• Title:Ricky
  • Artist:Uffie
  • Album:Sex Dreams and Denim Jeans
  • KaraokeRate:1★
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    Uffie - Ricky

    If you call me at three
    Be ready, and let's meet
    On my way up to the studio
    I practice on the beat
    That's my shit
    I got here
    You got there
    Right on time
    Feadz and j-mat on the track
    And my voice got to shine
    All the time
    Call me uffie
    Little girl full of static
    Making money up in here
    To get back
    I'm magnetic
    I'm a yak
    Pacific ocean west side's where I'm at
    You know where we are going after that
    After that
    After that
    Cruising east with the boat it's where it's at
    And we stop and get to swim with the sharks
    With the sharks
    With the sharks
    With the sharks
    I know how to play that
    I'm arriving at the house
    with my face a pussycat
    And the ass
    You want the big money?
    I want the big money
    And I'm a get what I want
    'cause I am not a dummy
    You know you want it shorty,
    you know you want it baby
    And I got people working
    hard just to make it happen
    This how we do, uffie
    You got the new uffie
    And you got right to complain
    'cause I am fucking lazy
    But yeah I look right
    And yes I smell right
    I spending money on this shit
    You know I keep it tight
    Fuck what you bitches saying
    I got dope in my brain
    Fuck what you bitches saying
    I got dope in my brain
    Fuck what you bitches saying
    Fuck what you bitches saying
    I got dope in my brain
    I got
    I got
    I I got
    All the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    I got all the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    I got all the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    I got all the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    On my back

    Who says uffie's a dumb bitch?
    I don't go online
    I been reading some dumb shit
    (Dismissed!) you bitches mad?
    Work your palm a weekend
    To make enough cred to survive
    the whole month, and
    (This don't feel like work for me)
    I bought some clothes and shit
    Excellency of the material
    You don't get none of this
    Oh you're a h&m?
    I'm paul smith, bitch (Ding!)
    I got a h&e
    You got an empty fridge, bitch
    (How long this dude been there?) not me,
    I eat good
    Start with fresh orange juice
    And finish with grey goose
    (Who I gotta fuck to get some cranberries?)
    You want the life I live
    Doing nothing illegal
    But I feel like a thief
    Give me everything you got, bitch
    With no guns or knife
    I'd be the last one here to start up a fight
    (We're gonna need bodyguards on this one)
    We came to rock the whole room
    Give me a loud mic and I'll break up the roof

    Fuck what you bitches saying
    I got dope in my brain
    Fuck what you bitches saying
    I got dope in my brain
    Fuck what you bitches saying
    Fuck what you bitches saying
    I got dope in my brain
    I got
    I got
    I I got
    All the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    I got all the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    I got all the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    I got all the bitches screaming
    And the boys on my back
    On my back

    Okay so um, where to park the cadillac
    It has to be green
    Green cadillac on the left side
    Get all set, the stage
    A alright
    Now we're gonna need to train monkeys
    Can we train 'em to mix
    So we can maybe get the audience
    to finish the track
    Can you do that
    Do they work
    Anyway, how many monkeys do we have
    Is it a few monkeys like a michael jackson video
    Do they have like clothes on and shit
    Maybe get them sailor costumes
    That's what I need