Last night was a movie but tonight gon be the sequel
Eyes be red as f*ck look evil
From me puffin on that reefer
White bitch down said her knees hurt
Kick the bitch out I dont need her
Gettin too f*cked up to drive
Floor that bitch like Stanley steamers
Keeping it moving I need a hoe
Waiting on the money from a feature tho
Uh
Gettin em high
Get out the mosh pit you wont survive
I'm flying tonight
Might take me 2 nights
To come down from this high take a sip tripping out
I'll never die swear to god I'm stumbling still walking
Proving that I'm never falling off
Runnin this shit without movin a muscle
F*ck all the talkin im giving the critics a muzzle
Yall gon hop up on this wave
Yall remembering the name
Rigatony
I had to say it
Blowin up like a grenade
F*cked up
Ima feel this
Yaaa
Rough j
I still feel it
Feeling like a super hero
Cus I'm too fly
Ride the wave
We be catching high tide
Staying f*cked up
I'm still chillin
Ain't no thotties comin round and catching feelings
And I'm talking bad bitch
She got blue eyes
Hit the function with the roster and I'm too fried
I do this shit to feel the vibe and get my name out
Keep an eye out for the snakes dont catch a fake out
Sleepin on me ima have to bring la flame out
Better believe I'm different when I graduate and pull the chain out
Pull up lookin like ur daddy I'm rockin cargos
Backyard lookin like the narcos
Hella bitches be comin with barcodes
Runnin to the pussy like I'm naruto
9th grade got my heart heartbroke
I never thought I'd be doin this rap shit
Still the same and I'm talkin delusional future unusual wait til I slap shit
Bitches following me like a catholic
Water on me call me John the Baptist
Speak it into reality no cappin
Call the sous-chefs ready for action
On the westside of the highway gettin me a bald fade
F*ckin with the sous-chefs we'll give u a closed case
Waistin no potential run the money up like Eddie Lacey
Yall chasin under 18s like an A Team of Kevin Spacey's
High school lookin hoes
I cant take no more of those
Call up the boss and we ready to go
Outta breath but I ain't finish
Talk my shit into existence bad bitch rubbing on my feet
Picturing my haters screaming while I'm nuttin in her sheets
Put the pedal to the medal got potential they dont see
I dont expect the recognition some of yall cant even read
F*cked up
Ima feel this
Yaaa
Rough j
I still feel it
Feeling like a super hero
Cus I'm too fly
Ride the wave
We be catching high tide
Staying f*cked up
I'm still chillin
Ain't no thotties comin round and catching feelings
And I'm talking bad bitch
She got blue eyes
Hit the function with the roster and I'm too fried
Rigatony - Bath Time Lyrics
Rigatony - Bath Time Lyrics
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Last night was a movie but tonight gon be the sequel
Eyes be red as f*ck look evil
From me puffin on that reefer
White bitch down said her knees hurt
Kick the bitch out I dont need her
Gettin too f*cked up to drive
Floor that bitch like Stanley steamers
Keeping it moving I need a hoe
Waiting on the money from a feature tho
Uh
Gettin em high
Get out the mosh pit you wont survive
I'm flying tonight
Might take me 2 nights
To come down from this high take a sip tripping out
I'll never die swear to god I'm stumbling still walking
Proving that I'm never falling off
Runnin this shit without movin a muscle
F*ck all the talkin im giving the critics a muzzle
Yall gon hop up on this wave
Yall remembering the name
Rigatony
I had to say it
Blowin up like a grenade
F*cked up
Ima feel this
Yaaa
Rough j
I still feel it
Feeling like a super hero
Cus I'm too fly
Ride the wave
We be catching high tide
Staying f*cked up
I'm still chillin
Ain't no thotties comin round and catching feelings
And I'm talking bad bitch
She got blue eyes
Hit the function with the roster and I'm too fried
I do this shit to feel the vibe and get my name out
Keep an eye out for the snakes dont catch a fake out
Sleepin on me ima have to bring la flame out
Better believe I'm different when I graduate and pull the chain out
Pull up lookin like ur daddy I'm rockin cargos
Backyard lookin like the narcos
Hella bitches be comin with barcodes
Runnin to the pussy like I'm naruto
9th grade got my heart heartbroke
I never thought I'd be doin this rap shit
Still the same and I'm talkin delusional future unusual wait til I slap shit
Bitches following me like a catholic
Water on me call me John the Baptist
Speak it into reality no cappin
Call the sous-chefs ready for action
On the westside of the highway gettin me a bald fade
F*ckin with the sous-chefs we'll give u a closed case
Waistin no potential run the money up like Eddie Lacey
Yall chasin under 18s like an A Team of Kevin Spacey's
High school lookin hoes
I cant take no more of those
Call up the boss and we ready to go
Outta breath but I ain't finish
Talk my shit into existence bad bitch rubbing on my feet
Picturing my haters screaming while I'm nuttin in her sheets
Put the pedal to the medal got potential they dont see
I dont expect the recognition some of yall cant even read
F*cked up
Ima feel this
Yaaa
Rough j
I still feel it
Feeling like a super hero
Cus I'm too fly
Ride the wave
We be catching high tide
Staying f*cked up
I'm still chillin
Ain't no thotties comin round and catching feelings
And I'm talking bad bitch
She got blue eyes
Hit the function with the roster and I'm too fried
Eyes be red as f*ck look evil
From me puffin on that reefer
White bitch down said her knees hurt
Kick the bitch out I dont need her
Gettin too f*cked up to drive
Floor that bitch like Stanley steamers
Keeping it moving I need a hoe
Waiting on the money from a feature tho
Uh
Gettin em high
Get out the mosh pit you wont survive
I'm flying tonight
Might take me 2 nights
To come down from this high take a sip tripping out
I'll never die swear to god I'm stumbling still walking
Proving that I'm never falling off
Runnin this shit without movin a muscle
F*ck all the talkin im giving the critics a muzzle
Yall gon hop up on this wave
Yall remembering the name
Rigatony
I had to say it
Blowin up like a grenade
F*cked up
Ima feel this
Yaaa
Rough j
I still feel it
Feeling like a super hero
Cus I'm too fly
Ride the wave
We be catching high tide
Staying f*cked up
I'm still chillin
Ain't no thotties comin round and catching feelings
And I'm talking bad bitch
She got blue eyes
Hit the function with the roster and I'm too fried
I do this shit to feel the vibe and get my name out
Keep an eye out for the snakes dont catch a fake out
Sleepin on me ima have to bring la flame out
Better believe I'm different when I graduate and pull the chain out
Pull up lookin like ur daddy I'm rockin cargos
Backyard lookin like the narcos
Hella bitches be comin with barcodes
Runnin to the pussy like I'm naruto
9th grade got my heart heartbroke
I never thought I'd be doin this rap shit
Still the same and I'm talkin delusional future unusual wait til I slap shit
Bitches following me like a catholic
Water on me call me John the Baptist
Speak it into reality no cappin
Call the sous-chefs ready for action
On the westside of the highway gettin me a bald fade
F*ckin with the sous-chefs we'll give u a closed case
Waistin no potential run the money up like Eddie Lacey
Yall chasin under 18s like an A Team of Kevin Spacey's
High school lookin hoes
I cant take no more of those
Call up the boss and we ready to go
Outta breath but I ain't finish
Talk my shit into existence bad bitch rubbing on my feet
Picturing my haters screaming while I'm nuttin in her sheets
Put the pedal to the medal got potential they dont see
I dont expect the recognition some of yall cant even read
F*cked up
Ima feel this
Yaaa
Rough j
I still feel it
Feeling like a super hero
Cus I'm too fly
Ride the wave
We be catching high tide
Staying f*cked up
I'm still chillin
Ain't no thotties comin round and catching feelings
And I'm talking bad bitch
She got blue eyes
Hit the function with the roster and I'm too fried
Writer: Anthony Wood
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