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Medulla Oblongata Video (MV)




Performed By: Trippy Riccy
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Eric Alexander




Trippy Riccy - Medulla Oblongata Lyrics
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I'm with my shooter
Oblongata your medulla
Might skiyaka yak ya noodle
Take the tek out like sha booyah
Pull the dick out like I Foo ya
Pro mag stendo like a ruler
Ice on frieza like I'm cooler
Don data Dillion dudas
Kingpin nigga Kudos
Flipping flakko like its Judo
Sipping sak I'm off to Pluto
I might pull up in that two door
Wit like 3 hoes like its Christmas
If the glove fit then wear it
Well endowed I'm a misfit
I said little bit did you know
I got racks ribs chiclets
Bitch keep playing with my muhf*ckin money
Ima Dig off in yo ass
Diglet
I been cold since a Niglet
& What's wrong i can't fix it
They dropped bombs, chips, traps, hoes, guns bids on this lil Infant
On my kids
Rip my woo
Sleep with my tool
Dare a nigga to do some
Shit
I'm wit my crew
So what it do
Hicca bicca boo hoosha
My block is so hot that I can't play it cool
Might bust At you dudes nigga Woo sah
You know I'm not playing
Like woo ha
Bitch Give me cabesa Medusa
These niggas some strangers they losers
Just Watch who you lay wit they moochers
Cuz I'll paint the town til it's fuschia
Deadass
Absinthe In my cup
I'm offa voodoo
Can't see the tv
I am on Hulu
My brain like a fruit loop
And I still cant hoola hoop
They say my next mixtape gon be
Poopity scoop
But come round with all that woop woop woop woopidy woop
& Humpty Dumpty gon need a
Woop wop weep wooop
Bitch you not blood
Some of my niggas go soo woo
And water not thick like a boricua booty so...
& I'm From the Bronx go slap in the A
Ace boogie
Not a trace
Not a face
Not a case
I got my Gray hoodie on
F*ck a bomb threat
I got napalm in the broom closet make room
F*ck a old skool Noogie
Niggas need to know
I'll Make this bitch say boom
Not a bedroom bully
Shabba ranks Trinidad gold chains on
Tryna run the whole city
Like I'm usain bolt
With saint Laurent jays on
Slide the clip to his head
Pull it back
Where the vault
Got the poles
It ain't safe
Where the safe
This is not your fault
Be the f*cking judge
Wipe his nose
Tell ya boss
Santa clas
Bitch pay what you owe
Fore this Elf go missing
On my mom's
Got ya broad out her drawz
Butt naked on the floor
When them ugly ass kids 18
Guess what
They not his
Catch a stain for the bag
Catch a plane gotta go
Gotta jet
Jimmy neutron
I need Brain
On the moon
Can't confess
How many damn mushrooms I consumed
Make ya sick
I work best when I'm dazed & confused
Pop one
Might turn
One day
Into two
Wok hard
Might turn
This red
Into blue
Purple runtz
Got the packs
By the pound
Of the ooh
I go stupid
I go crazy
Go dumb
I go lucid
You can sleep on me
Swear ima die inside this f*ckin booth kid
When niggas say they getting money
Swear these niggas mother mother f*cking boosting
It's cap.
But no cap.
Ass hat.
You goofy
Call me Benoit.
I'm ruthless.
These niggas hustling ass backwards
Give product
Get cash after
These niggas some damn actors
Let's pause for some damn
Laughter ...
Deadass
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I'm with my shooter
Oblongata your medulla
Might skiyaka yak ya noodle
Take the tek out like sha booyah
Pull the dick out like I Foo ya
Pro mag stendo like a ruler
Ice on frieza like I'm cooler
Don data Dillion dudas
Kingpin nigga Kudos
Flipping flakko like its Judo
Sipping sak I'm off to Pluto
I might pull up in that two door
Wit like 3 hoes like its Christmas
If the glove fit then wear it
Well endowed I'm a misfit
I said little bit did you know
I got racks ribs chiclets
Bitch keep playing with my muhf*ckin money
Ima Dig off in yo ass
Diglet
I been cold since a Niglet
& What's wrong i can't fix it
They dropped bombs, chips, traps, hoes, guns bids on this lil Infant
On my kids
Rip my woo
Sleep with my tool
Dare a nigga to do some
Shit
I'm wit my crew
So what it do
Hicca bicca boo hoosha
My block is so hot that I can't play it cool
Might bust At you dudes nigga Woo sah
You know I'm not playing
Like woo ha
Bitch Give me cabesa Medusa
These niggas some strangers they losers
Just Watch who you lay wit they moochers
Cuz I'll paint the town til it's fuschia
Deadass
Absinthe In my cup
I'm offa voodoo
Can't see the tv
I am on Hulu
My brain like a fruit loop
And I still cant hoola hoop
They say my next mixtape gon be
Poopity scoop
But come round with all that woop woop woop woopidy woop
& Humpty Dumpty gon need a
Woop wop weep wooop
Bitch you not blood
Some of my niggas go soo woo
And water not thick like a boricua booty so...
& I'm From the Bronx go slap in the A
Ace boogie
Not a trace
Not a face
Not a case
I got my Gray hoodie on
F*ck a bomb threat
I got napalm in the broom closet make room
F*ck a old skool Noogie
Niggas need to know
I'll Make this bitch say boom
Not a bedroom bully
Shabba ranks Trinidad gold chains on
Tryna run the whole city
Like I'm usain bolt
With saint Laurent jays on
Slide the clip to his head
Pull it back
Where the vault
Got the poles
It ain't safe
Where the safe
This is not your fault
Be the f*cking judge
Wipe his nose
Tell ya boss
Santa clas
Bitch pay what you owe
Fore this Elf go missing
On my mom's
Got ya broad out her drawz
Butt naked on the floor
When them ugly ass kids 18
Guess what
They not his
Catch a stain for the bag
Catch a plane gotta go
Gotta jet
Jimmy neutron
I need Brain
On the moon
Can't confess
How many damn mushrooms I consumed
Make ya sick
I work best when I'm dazed & confused
Pop one
Might turn
One day
Into two
Wok hard
Might turn
This red
Into blue
Purple runtz
Got the packs
By the pound
Of the ooh
I go stupid
I go crazy
Go dumb
I go lucid
You can sleep on me
Swear ima die inside this f*ckin booth kid
When niggas say they getting money
Swear these niggas mother mother f*cking boosting
It's cap.
But no cap.
Ass hat.
You goofy
Call me Benoit.
I'm ruthless.
These niggas hustling ass backwards
Give product
Get cash after
These niggas some damn actors
Let's pause for some damn
Laughter ...
Deadass
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Writer: Eric Alexander
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