
Rick LiV – Teething. Lyrics
Artist: Rick LiV
Song: Teething.
Aye, let’s do it then (let’s do that then)
Stand up, (stand up, *stand up*
Damn let’s do it good (stand up gabe)
I got the f#cking bottle in my hand
Like i’m in a rush or something
I’m annoyed and insulted
I ain’t no square, i ain’t no shooter, ain’t finna pull up for 3
I ain’t breaking no knees, or cracking them trays, or dropping the g not me
My n#gg#s incorporated, we the ones that’s pushing the line f#ck beef (f#ck beef)
*stand up*
Ion’ like most of these n#gg#s they gon’ up a notepad my whole sh#t they gon’ bite
Lemme slow down, imma hold it now, but it’s no one’s if the sh#t get found
That was sum real profound but i gotta speed off i ain’t finna hang round
This a slow #ss whip i ain’t going downtown
*kickstand*
Stomach hurt from last night, know what i was on
I was meditated off a 1 naw a 2
Serg take the wheel i ain’t calling jesuś
I got a certified way to shake back off the juice
Still praying everyday too, all is well long as i got a roof
But i’d be piped up in a drop top coupe
*t#ts out*
Shawty rock with me, but she so indie
She gon’ disappear whenever
I wanna make her my cash cow, still won’t call her no heffer
I done put in all the effort
She was born to walk the desert
Whole time that’s why i love her
And she taste like popcorn butter
And i’m back on y’all #ss
These n#gg#s been tryna steal swag since a n#gg# was like 10 years or sum
And the sh#t don’t hang correct, they gon’ have to double up on mannequin drip
These n#gg#s in planet of the apes, but the bape all new and they rock fake jewels
*knockout*
Wrist-wear by tim cook tryna turn this sh#t to a richard mille
In the meantime my wardrobe, don’t cost but my looks all kill
And i know y’all know the deal, but you still can’t face the truth
Soon as y’all let me through
Slap old money with new
I know that abe linc on the five, but i f#cks with john wilkes booth
Had a bag full of contraband, how they let me in the school
If you ain’t first you ain’t last, you could be the one crashed in front
n#gg#s pinch pennies for bunk
I done stored thrax for 6 months
I say on me not no kap
And this sh#t way deeper than rap
I was gone for like 2 years, i could blame this cup or look in the mirror
And i’m over responsible, for everything y’all gon’ see
Everything i done did
Can’t put it all on tv
Why these lame b#tch n#gg#s stay teething
On my dick for no damn reason
Ion’ wanna eat my words for dinner
Imma pour my 4 and mind my business
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Release Year: 2022