Rico Recklezz - Renegade lyrics

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Rico Recklezz - Renegade lyrics

[Verse 1] Mu'f**a say that i'm foolish all I talk about is shooting But n***as know I was shooting when JoJo was making music Got 50 clips in the uzi wet n***as just like jacuzzi Just top me don't want no coochie Ride foreign used to drive hoopty I'm ballin' just like a Laker Keep heat like a radiator Get my Gucci suit tailored while I vacate in Jamaica And baby not trynna' save ya I pa** her like hot potato My mistress b**h from Barbados I'm [?] a n***a like cable Power [?] the table Versace draws on my balls I used to wear Black Label I'm young, black, and i'm able I'm crazy mentally unstable Been like this since the womb Was cussing up in the cradle I'll smack the lil' b**h that made you And rob the n***a that paid you Buffy vampire slay you Mortal Kombat annihilate em' f** the world i'm penetrating Listen to my presentation The crowd standing ovation Patiently running out of patience Drinking lean like i'm a patient Turn you to a doctor patient A lucrative operation Molly with the codeine chaser Number 2 pencil eraser Yo favorite rapper I chased him Have lil' folks come and face him SRT's we like to race em' Where police they like to chase us But they never catch us Cause we strapped up with Berettas Free [?] la beretta Like Biggie wearing Coogi sweaters Like Memphis Bleek, Roc-A-Fella Me and money got together Now a n***a can do whatever Tell a preacher don't want no lecture When you cleaning don't scratch my leather Black whip with the red interior Lil' boy i'm your superior Masked up like Rey Mysterio Hulk Hogan up on a hater I flex but I still hear em' Now go to the other side of the ring Show em' you still hearin' em' Last n***as went this hard Jay Z and Eminem And all them n***as trying to play hard they really feminine Finessed a cluck he thought it was tar Was really cinnamon In Paris eating crepes with a broad Pa** me the cinnamon And n***a only call my phone if it's about dividends And if you wanna hear me roar come to the lions den Boy you know you don't want war so stop that lying then Bullets come right through your door Hot like a frying pan n***as know who up on the score Somebody died again Now the police all on the block A homicide again No handshakes, head nods Cause you is not my friend They say I ain't got no respect Then blame my momma' then b**h i'm Rico Recklezz Up the pole and rob my momma's friend And all I want for Christmas is a 50 and some Timberlands [Bridge] Recklezz Renegade never been afraid to say whats on my mind at any given time a day I'm Recklezz Renegade Never been afraid to say whats on my mind Renegade I'm Recklezz Rengade Never been afraid to say whats on my mind Renegade I'm Recklezz Rengade

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