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Rico Nasty – Blow Me Lyrics

Talk sick shitYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meRich bitch drugsYou gon’ have to blow meYou gon’ have to blow meYou gon’ have to blow meNow I’m all messed up

You gon’ have to hold meYou gon’ have to hold meYou gon’ have to hold meTalk sick shitYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to blow me

Fancy, classy, rich, nasty (wow, yeah)Bought a BM, then I crashed it (skrrt, whoops)Spazzin’, thrashin’, maxin’, cards (duh, woah)Pretty bitch breakin’ your heart (haha, yeah)I’ma just handle my businessBitch, get off my diznickWant to, but you can’t hit this (ugh)Stand out so you can’t miss this (huh)FOMO, you don’t wanna miss this (Yeah)

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I’m the one he gonna want for Christmas (yeah)Wishlist, gift thisPussy on a hitlist, yummy (yummy)Eat it like it’s brеakfastEvery nigga got me on they chеcklistMouth crazy reckless, gave him an erectionBad bitches know if I present this

Cars always tintedWhy is your wig always lifted?I don’t knowYou a broke a nigga, then I can’t goNails so long, nigga, I can’t rollYeah, you wanna fuck, but I call him “Bro” (haha)

Talk sick shitYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meRich bitch drugsYou gon’ have to blow meYou gon’ have to blow meYou gon’ have to blow meNow I’m all messed up

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You gon’ have to hold meYou gon’ have to hold meYou gon’ have to hold meTalk sick shitYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to blow me

I get six figures for a concert (Yeah)You need to blend more, fix your contourYour bitch ain’t bad, she a eyesoreTruth hurts, baby, you should lie more (Bitch)It’s always the basic bitches with the most to sayIf I press the button, we gonna send him outer spaceGive me that plate, I just motherfuckin’ ate (ate)No, he ain’t bae, but he mine’s for the day

And he go down under (g’day, mate)I don’t ever check the bill on a dinner dateSpend it, spend it, Louis, ChanelBalenci’, Botega, sendin’ the mailKendress, bundles, pay for my nails (yeah)Spendin’ numbers, he said this isn’t fairI said kiss it right there, I need it right nowIf you can’t put it down, then I’m leavin’ you here

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Talk sick shitYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meRich bitch drugsYou gon’ have to blow meYou gon’ have to blow meYou gon’ have to blow meNow I’m all messed up

You gon’ have to hold meYou gon’ have to hold meYou gon’ have to hold meTalk sick shitYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to show meYou gon’ have to blow me

Uh, alrightUh, alrightUh, alrightOoh, that’s right

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