Aye, welcome to the B-Side of Rico's Tape
GuapRico on this mic tryna run up cash
People I thought would have me for life let go very fast
Tryna make the tape too hot to touch like it's ash
I'm still in this studio in our city gettin' shit to go
My babe, just go get on road
I'll send you the add'
Flooded with blessings from God
Been tryna follow the plot
I'll lead a school in this shit and I ain't even grad
I know it's early, baby, but my angels heard me, baby
I'm tryna go dummy like stuffin' a milli' in a bag
Somewhere in New York chillin' assumin' the tour's finished
As soon as I forgiven for demons I had
You don't have to front, baby
I know I'm the one, baby
This shit ain't for fun, babe
I don't play with this rap
Even when I'm singin' to you, I'm spittin' you facts still
If these bitches is mad still, then just let em be that
I got paper if I'm throwin' these fifties and hundreds, babe
Niggas talkin' funny shit but the shit wasn't funny
God told me if I want this shit, it's gotta come from me
Anything that run from me ain't nothin' that's for me
Niggas tryna play your baby all day like it's 8-ball
If you think the tape raw, my baby, just tell me
Too many talkin' mad shit in real life like it's Twitter Spaces
Too many ugly people with pretty faces
Too many, damn (Aye)
Yeah
Yeah, want you
Haw, babe
I just want you, haw, babe
Let me come through on you, babe
Haw, babe
Yeah, haw, babe
I'm just tryna love you ‘fore it's too late
God knows I was made for this too, babe
Holla if you drinkin' somethin' smooth, babe
Yeah, still in that studio
Hope you fuck with the song we make
This that GuapRico, baby
It's cool if that's all you play
Shawty, I'm just so jaded
You might as well call me Jade
Fuck all these lyin' hoes who ain't know what to call a spade
I'm ain't trippin' 'bout nothin'
You'd think I walk with a cane
I ain't trippin' 'bout nothin' but sippin' this Chardonnay
Love the city but it's full of jits alone and afraid
You could be wherever in the burrough
I'm still flyin' to you
People talkin' all that shit about me
They just lyin' to you, word
Gotta play you somethin' ‘cause I been dyin' to
Like if this were a letter to the city, I would write it to you first
Know it's comin' straight from yours truly, babe
Been tryna get up on my bully, babe, for real
I just need a grill, couple more tats, and a Sprinter van
Still here in the booth cuttin' shit up like a ceilin' fan, uh
Yeah, want you
Haw, babe
I just want you, haw, babe
Let me come through on you, babe
Haw, babe
Yeah, haw, babe
I'm just tryna love you ‘fore it's too late
God knows I was made for this too, babe
Holla if you drinkin' somethin' smooth, babe
Aye, do me a favor
Hold your drink up one time (Haw, haw)
One time (Haw, babe)
(Haw)
Yeah
(I just want you, I just want you)
(I just want you, I just want you)
(I just want you, I just want you)
(I just want you)
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