Climbing up this mountain, Miley
Not solely
My team move like a pack of damn coyotes
We wily
Extra looney when I'm off this Cappy
And mango
She said come through the function solo
Hun, I move where they go
I got a war in my mind, like
Do I really mind this star shit
I don't start shit
Grab a warrant if you wanna go and kick it down in our crib
If not, I don't wanna hear it knockin
That's food for thought
Breaking bread around the Judas stops
And I really really don't know who to trust
Like you peeking playing Heads Up 7UP
Lil bitch
I'll be cooked by the days end
Sun, let the rays in
Bitch just hear me out
Sound bad niggas better watch they mouth
Satin on the pillowcase
Hair won't drought
She just play in my braids, chillin'
Shit, while you here girl
Might as well oil my scalp
Might as well roll this weed
Might as well get on your
(Ha, I don't think I can say that)
Fingertips smelling like Backwood
Wash my hands fore I touch on yo bitch
Nails stay trim
Know I'm manicured up
Clear coat, f*ck around see herself in my shit
I hit the road doing 50
Try not to speed
Got a ounce in blizzy rolled wit me
I'm out of state with the package
Got cabbage in baggage
It's hazardous, least it ain't Whitney
F*ck all your feelings
Your thoughts and opinions
I'm winning
I really feel like we should end it
Got too many pennants
I can't get offended by niggas
It's going down just how we planned it
F*ck
Miley Video (MV)
Performed By: Ricky
Language: English
Length: 1:29
Written by: Brent Demirkan, Keilan Ruppert, Stanley Weems, Jr.
Ricky - Miley Lyrics
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English
Climbing up this mountain, Miley
Not solely
My team move like a pack of damn coyotes
We wily
Extra looney when I'm off this Cappy
And mango
She said come through the function solo
Hun, I move where they go
I got a war in my mind, like
Do I really mind this star shit
I don't start shit
Grab a warrant if you wanna go and kick it down in our crib
If not, I don't wanna hear it knockin
That's food for thought
Breaking bread around the Judas stops
And I really really don't know who to trust
Like you peeking playing Heads Up 7UP
Lil bitch
I'll be cooked by the days end
Sun, let the rays in
Bitch just hear me out
Sound bad niggas better watch they mouth
Satin on the pillowcase
Hair won't drought
She just play in my braids, chillin'
Shit, while you here girl
Might as well oil my scalp
Might as well roll this weed
Might as well get on your
(Ha, I don't think I can say that)
Fingertips smelling like Backwood
Wash my hands fore I touch on yo bitch
Nails stay trim
Know I'm manicured up
Clear coat, f*ck around see herself in my shit
I hit the road doing 50
Try not to speed
Got a ounce in blizzy rolled wit me
I'm out of state with the package
Got cabbage in baggage
It's hazardous, least it ain't Whitney
F*ck all your feelings
Your thoughts and opinions
I'm winning
I really feel like we should end it
Got too many pennants
I can't get offended by niggas
It's going down just how we planned it
F*ck
Not solely
My team move like a pack of damn coyotes
We wily
Extra looney when I'm off this Cappy
And mango
She said come through the function solo
Hun, I move where they go
I got a war in my mind, like
Do I really mind this star shit
I don't start shit
Grab a warrant if you wanna go and kick it down in our crib
If not, I don't wanna hear it knockin
That's food for thought
Breaking bread around the Judas stops
And I really really don't know who to trust
Like you peeking playing Heads Up 7UP
Lil bitch
I'll be cooked by the days end
Sun, let the rays in
Bitch just hear me out
Sound bad niggas better watch they mouth
Satin on the pillowcase
Hair won't drought
She just play in my braids, chillin'
Shit, while you here girl
Might as well oil my scalp
Might as well roll this weed
Might as well get on your
(Ha, I don't think I can say that)
Fingertips smelling like Backwood
Wash my hands fore I touch on yo bitch
Nails stay trim
Know I'm manicured up
Clear coat, f*ck around see herself in my shit
I hit the road doing 50
Try not to speed
Got a ounce in blizzy rolled wit me
I'm out of state with the package
Got cabbage in baggage
It's hazardous, least it ain't Whitney
F*ck all your feelings
Your thoughts and opinions
I'm winning
I really feel like we should end it
Got too many pennants
I can't get offended by niggas
It's going down just how we planned it
F*ck
Writer: Brent Demirkan, Keilan Ruppert, Stanley Weems, Jr.
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