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Yah, say Roro, you know what it is, right? Who Is Rickey Wayne?: The Mixtape Ya feel me? Yah, ahem First, let me hop out the motherfuckin' Porsche I don't want her if that ass don't sit like a horse I be ballin' on these niggas, got me feelin' like sports Dash got so much wood I could build me a fort Ain't too many thangs I ain't done yet I'm the king of this shit, crowned by the toilet I'm just barely gettin' started, you already upset Got a tiger as a pet, I just took him to the vet Homie, I be makin' hits, I'm the rap Derek Jeter Let your bitch ride on me like she was on the feeder If the pussy ain't good then I probably won't feed her Lil homie, you can keep her cause I really don't need her I ain't worried 'bout features, homeboy, you's a peon Toilet seat ass nigga, man, I swear you gettin' peed on Man, my jewelry so cold, I walk around with the heat on My alarm clock set, just in case they wanna sleep on, ya dig? I'm a full-time player, hoppin' out in alligator Sippin' lean and Now and Later, homie, I'll annihilate ya If you think you wanna battle, you gon' have to pay some paper I just hit her and I quit her, I would never ever date her It's a shame how I'm barely gettin' love in the city Travel to another town, you can bet they fuckin' with me Letras de cancionesI be killin' this shit, pray to God they forgive me They said, "when you blow up, don't forget me", man I been on fire ever since they made the lighter My boys will pull up on ya, homie, I ain't talkin' diapers Walk into your function, on point, I'm like a sniper My girl bad like Dej Loaf so don't try her Flexin' all you want but homeboy, you ain't ready Ten times sharper than Michael Myers' machete Been about the money, I ain't worried 'bout the fame 'Bout to have everybody sayin', "Who Is Rickey Wayne?" That me... From Letras Mania