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How That Go Video (MV)




Performed By: Ricky Rick
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Rick Walker




Ricky Rick - How That Go Lyrics
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Yeah
Uh
I don't shoot from the three, I'ma give her good D like Kawhi
You ain't talkin' no racks, don't wan hear nun bout it
2019 my hemi, boy, you know I bought it
She seen I got two, so now she tryna holla
He stealin' the swag and the flow, you would think I'm his father
She keep callin' me daddy, she think she my daughter
F*ckin' up green, get it back, you would think I'm a farmer
She think of me highly, she said it's an honor
She blowin' my phone, cause she thinkin' I'm cheating
She don't understand that I'm out on the road
Uh, I get the racks and I roll
I don't got no time to be f*ckin' with hoes
I done got rich in the hood, niggas callin' me BLO
Spend a band on Margielas to cover my toes
Spend a band on the bubble to cover the pole
She f*ck with me, cause he broke, you should know how that go
Hop in the Hemi and skirt on these niggas
She f*ckin' with me, cause she know I got figures
All legal racks, momma ain't raise a dealer
And ya bitch f*ck wit me, cause she know that I'm realer than niggas
Brother a loose screw, his mom made a killer
And she said that she love me, I love money, how could I feel her
Feds hit the lights and you know I'ma peel it
That ain't his whip, he can't deck it, it's rented
Uh, yeah, she thinkin' she spendin' the night get the booth
She thought I was broke till I hopped in that coupe
He said he want me dead and I'm like nigga, who?
I love all my brothers I know they gon' shoot
I run it up daily, now how could I lose?
And if I lost it all then I know what to do, yeah
Takin' off fast, see you soon, yeah
Got off my ass while they spoon fed
I don't shoot from the three, I'ma give her good D like Kawhi
You ain't talkin' no racks, don't wan hear nun bout it
2019 my hemi, boy, you know I bought it
She seen I got two, so now she tryna holla
He stealin' the swag and the flow, you would think I'm his father
She keep callin' me daddy, she think she my daughter
F*ckin' up green, get it back, you would think I'm a farmer
She think of me highly, she said it's an honor
She blowin' my phone, cause she thinkin' I'm cheating
She don't understand that I'm out on the road
Uh, I get the racks and I roll
I don't got no time to be f*ckin' with hoes
I done got rich in the hood, niggas callin' me BLO
Spend a band on Margielas to cover my toes
Spend a band on the bubble to cover the pole
She f*ck with me, cause he broke, you should know how that go
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Yeah
Uh
I don't shoot from the three, I'ma give her good D like Kawhi
You ain't talkin' no racks, don't wan hear nun bout it
2019 my hemi, boy, you know I bought it
She seen I got two, so now she tryna holla
He stealin' the swag and the flow, you would think I'm his father
She keep callin' me daddy, she think she my daughter
F*ckin' up green, get it back, you would think I'm a farmer
She think of me highly, she said it's an honor
She blowin' my phone, cause she thinkin' I'm cheating
She don't understand that I'm out on the road
Uh, I get the racks and I roll
I don't got no time to be f*ckin' with hoes
I done got rich in the hood, niggas callin' me BLO
Spend a band on Margielas to cover my toes
Spend a band on the bubble to cover the pole
She f*ck with me, cause he broke, you should know how that go
Hop in the Hemi and skirt on these niggas
She f*ckin' with me, cause she know I got figures
All legal racks, momma ain't raise a dealer
And ya bitch f*ck wit me, cause she know that I'm realer than niggas
Brother a loose screw, his mom made a killer
And she said that she love me, I love money, how could I feel her
Feds hit the lights and you know I'ma peel it
That ain't his whip, he can't deck it, it's rented
Uh, yeah, she thinkin' she spendin' the night get the booth
She thought I was broke till I hopped in that coupe
He said he want me dead and I'm like nigga, who?
I love all my brothers I know they gon' shoot
I run it up daily, now how could I lose?
And if I lost it all then I know what to do, yeah
Takin' off fast, see you soon, yeah
Got off my ass while they spoon fed
I don't shoot from the three, I'ma give her good D like Kawhi
You ain't talkin' no racks, don't wan hear nun bout it
2019 my hemi, boy, you know I bought it
She seen I got two, so now she tryna holla
He stealin' the swag and the flow, you would think I'm his father
She keep callin' me daddy, she think she my daughter
F*ckin' up green, get it back, you would think I'm a farmer
She think of me highly, she said it's an honor
She blowin' my phone, cause she thinkin' I'm cheating
She don't understand that I'm out on the road
Uh, I get the racks and I roll
I don't got no time to be f*ckin' with hoes
I done got rich in the hood, niggas callin' me BLO
Spend a band on Margielas to cover my toes
Spend a band on the bubble to cover the pole
She f*ck with me, cause he broke, you should know how that go
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Writer: Rick Walker
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