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Timeless Freestyle Video (MV)




Performed By: Ricko
Language: English
Length: 4:16
Written by: Ricardo Blake, Delauno Francis




Ricko - Timeless Freestyle Lyrics
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I know we don't really talk like we used to, but it's still love
Love from a distance
Shawty ask me if I love her and do I ever feel love?
I can't love from a distant
I just feel like somethings missin'
But you can tell me if I'm trippin'
You know I hear you, but you say I never listen
Don't compare to them niggas, 'cause I know you hear a difference
Pushin' an Infiniti, was crazy over Nissans
If she offerin', then I'm a put the tip in
You know I hate it when you bitchin'
I think happiness is dead, so I learn to love the pain
You the reason why these bitches know my name
She gon' talk about me with you, then come f*ck me, I know, it's lame
But it's apart of the game
Since you with me, how much you gain?
Couple fakes was in the picture, had to cut 'em out the frame
How you expect me to trust bitches?
When bitches can't trust these bitches?
Book a telly, just to f*ck her to some Zymwav
I ain't stressin' 'bout nothin', long as these bills paid
Same old me, with some new ways
One, four, eleven's, if I'm coppin' J's
Every morning I'm awake I gotta give my praise
I've been baggin' bitches since my school days
My dawg was on 'em high grade since high schools days
And if you f*ck with me and mines, then it's doomsday
I been M.I.A., but shit I'm cool, bae
I'm just in the stu, mixin' shit like Kool-Aid
Workin' on my craft, brain stuck up in the past
How could I look up to anybody I surpass?
Off the lot, I was 'bout to push a Benz out
Me and them was cool, I don't even know why we fell out
Question certain niggas, how enemies turn to friends now?
Really?
She told me I'm her type, me and 'em nothin' alike
I ain't lookin' for love, is we f*ckin' tonight?
Last girl did me wrong, was eventually right, like..
Night cruises, just to get a clear mind
I'm not really in the mood on my spare time
I just let the phone ring, don't even hit decline
Tank full, music loud, with the seat reclined
My life's good, I would never try to trade mine
Tell every rapper that it's on, game time
I just killed another beat
Just murdered another beat, is this a state crime?
Ricko, I don't waste time
Call this one "Just a hammer time"
Hangin' up bitches like a clothesline
I keep all of my bitches like the white line
If a nigga violate, put him on chalk line
I be tryna get the money, no dividin'
Yeah
I be hustlin', like I'm Pepsi, hustle
Tryna get my money in a f*ckin' bundle
Always, I get myself into f*ckin' trouble
Got a bitch, shakin' her ass and
When that ass clap, it sound like a audience
Got a bad bitch for a weekend
Cummin' in her face like the holy water
Never knew her, said she's a "Only fan"
Said she wanna put Ricko on her Instagram
That's not me, yeah
I f*ck her 'till she get
Knock knee
If a nigga violate
Bullet fly in his face like acne
People tryna really get at me
I be hustlin', straight in the street
Nobody do shit for me
I keep my chopper on safety
That's my bad bitch, she will buss for me
Yeah, life is so sweet, don't get to me
Tryna get money, just as me
I'm a hustle straight in the street
Nobody do shit for me, I'm tryna get this money, B
I don't make nobody trouble me
I don't know 'bout Heaven
I don't know 'bout Hell
I try to live this life
Try to live it well
Set a foundation for my family
Go get it
Haha
Go get it
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I know we don't really talk like we used to, but it's still love
Love from a distance
Shawty ask me if I love her and do I ever feel love?
I can't love from a distant
I just feel like somethings missin'
But you can tell me if I'm trippin'
You know I hear you, but you say I never listen
Don't compare to them niggas, 'cause I know you hear a difference
Pushin' an Infiniti, was crazy over Nissans
If she offerin', then I'm a put the tip in
You know I hate it when you bitchin'
I think happiness is dead, so I learn to love the pain
You the reason why these bitches know my name
She gon' talk about me with you, then come f*ck me, I know, it's lame
But it's apart of the game
Since you with me, how much you gain?
Couple fakes was in the picture, had to cut 'em out the frame
How you expect me to trust bitches?
When bitches can't trust these bitches?
Book a telly, just to f*ck her to some Zymwav
I ain't stressin' 'bout nothin', long as these bills paid
Same old me, with some new ways
One, four, eleven's, if I'm coppin' J's
Every morning I'm awake I gotta give my praise
I've been baggin' bitches since my school days
My dawg was on 'em high grade since high schools days
And if you f*ck with me and mines, then it's doomsday
I been M.I.A., but shit I'm cool, bae
I'm just in the stu, mixin' shit like Kool-Aid
Workin' on my craft, brain stuck up in the past
How could I look up to anybody I surpass?
Off the lot, I was 'bout to push a Benz out
Me and them was cool, I don't even know why we fell out
Question certain niggas, how enemies turn to friends now?
Really?
She told me I'm her type, me and 'em nothin' alike
I ain't lookin' for love, is we f*ckin' tonight?
Last girl did me wrong, was eventually right, like..
Night cruises, just to get a clear mind
I'm not really in the mood on my spare time
I just let the phone ring, don't even hit decline
Tank full, music loud, with the seat reclined
My life's good, I would never try to trade mine
Tell every rapper that it's on, game time
I just killed another beat
Just murdered another beat, is this a state crime?
Ricko, I don't waste time
Call this one "Just a hammer time"
Hangin' up bitches like a clothesline
I keep all of my bitches like the white line
If a nigga violate, put him on chalk line
I be tryna get the money, no dividin'
Yeah
I be hustlin', like I'm Pepsi, hustle
Tryna get my money in a f*ckin' bundle
Always, I get myself into f*ckin' trouble
Got a bitch, shakin' her ass and
When that ass clap, it sound like a audience
Got a bad bitch for a weekend
Cummin' in her face like the holy water
Never knew her, said she's a "Only fan"
Said she wanna put Ricko on her Instagram
That's not me, yeah
I f*ck her 'till she get
Knock knee
If a nigga violate
Bullet fly in his face like acne
People tryna really get at me
I be hustlin', straight in the street
Nobody do shit for me
I keep my chopper on safety
That's my bad bitch, she will buss for me
Yeah, life is so sweet, don't get to me
Tryna get money, just as me
I'm a hustle straight in the street
Nobody do shit for me, I'm tryna get this money, B
I don't make nobody trouble me
I don't know 'bout Heaven
I don't know 'bout Hell
I try to live this life
Try to live it well
Set a foundation for my family
Go get it
Haha
Go get it
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Writer: Ricardo Blake, Delauno Francis
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