RiFF RAFF, Fat Pimp - ICU lyrics

I see you, now you see me
I see you, now you see me
I see you, now you see me
I see you, now you see me

Hopped out the whip, ice got my lips frostbit
Boy I don't want your damn girl
She got too many kids
My shoes, Sauconey, hook like James Toney
I got infrared dots
The same size as pepperoni
Chilling in the post
Riff Raff known from coast to coast
I ain't talking bout that breakfast when
I hit you with that toast
I'm gonna fly continental, shoes presidential
Acres Homes credentials
But my house is residential
I done swung river oats
The palace up in Dallas eating Coogi salad
Grape stains on the baggage
I done flipped cross the atlas
Across the seven seas
Me and Licia' Keys push keys down TC
Jester, and I'm a wood wheel molester
Drop top compressor with my kin, Uncle Fester
I done swung with the best of
Swung through the breeze
I see you, nah you see me

Yes I'm high and I been smoking
On two pills so you know I'm rolling
Out my mind like Kurt Cobain
Bout to start slapping bitches like
My name Rick James
Bitches all on my dick cause I
Make a lot of money
I fuck real good that's why
They love my dougie obese type of money
Keep my pockets looking chubby
Fat, cute little nigga
I ain't never been ugly
Heart of a hustler, mind of a G
Player hating niggas can't fuck with me
Gucci on my body while they all jock me
And the chain on my neck
Land me a hundred G's
Dope boy money led me straight to the bank
Let's play a game, big bank take little bank
Get like you? Nah, get like me
Tell? you need to let me Bobby B, hey

Canary, Mercedes, crawling like a baby
Drank got me lazy, iced out feeling crazy
I feel cool, I feel straight
Paper license plate
Like that boy Wayne Gretzky
Riff Raff bout' to skate
Down your street, down the feeder
Tangerine Beemer clothes out the cleaner
I ain't thinking misdemeanor
I'm thinking kind of groovy, might move packs
I done popped trunk on your
Grandma's cul de sac
Riff Raff don't play, I'm a pro grade
Imma' sit sideways at a Chinese buffet
She done drove down from Dallas
Can't be mad at us
I took her to my room, you know
The pool palace
You see I know how to propaganda
Your boys at Ruckers park
With improper handles the paint is egg nog
The seats is butterscotch
The flow irregular, freestyle un-orthodox