Letras
It's Ricky, yeah, oh, yeah, it's Ricky
(Death)
Leggo, leggo, hit em' with a spin kick
Feelin' like Ronda Rousey
I'm an I, I'm an Irish cunt
And baby, I'm sayin' it proudly
They be hatin' on me
But they don't know one thing about me
Like, I like my steak cooked rare
I like my girls brown hair
I like my coat Moncler
Talkin' bout talent, let's take it there
And you make me feel so special
Yeah, you make me feel so rare
I was in Galway, whole fifty sack in the spliff
Man I'm stoned out the box Eyre Square
Too swag, bitch, I'm fresh
I don't give a fuck, bout' tests
Boutta' drop an E like Kwes
All in her box like a Minecraft chest
I fly to the north, yeah
Just to fly to the west
I, I, I've been swagged out since birth
And I'm gonna be swagged out till my
(Death)
Money on me, can't fall off yet
Say that I will? baby, let's bet
You got no gifts, cause I tend to forget
All of these things that I said
Tired as fuck, I'ma sleep like a baby
Got silk sheets all over my bed
Leave me alone, you're drivin' me crazy
One shot of Henny, go straight to the head
It's Ricky, yeah, oh, yeah, it's Ricky
(Death)
Leggo, leggo, hit em' with a spin kick
Feelin' like Ronda Rousey
I'm an I, I'm an Irish cunt
And baby, I'm sayin' it proudly
They be hatin' on me
But they don't know one thing about me