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Richie Heat - Adventures of Richie Heat

Beat recreated by: PEREPONKA BEATS    • Kid Cudi & Eminem - The Adventures Of Moon...   Lyrics: Finna get the paper and the dough with it Cash come to me I’m thinking that I’m magnetic Gonna get the bag just like a bell boy Gonna get the bands no musician No drugs life is trippy trippy Peace and love all I want is a hippie hippie I don’t play games, no I am not saw Bars so cold it’s a little nippy Got big dreams, got high ceilings That’s my team, we stay winning Never take a loss, I’m the boss with the sauce and let me tell you now it really is a great feeling Nice trophies, that’s all me Stay salty , drink saline You have never seen someone mean like me wondering if he really is just a human being Uhh Yeah Tripped on This song 4th dimension my thoughts so long Talking to the old me Asked to come back and I said soionara boy you better better move along This girl She getting ready Smart thing. Double Ds, Ed and Eddy She thinking love She thinking weddy And I said slow down just take it steady She a whole meal meaning she a mean snack PR deadlifts and you asking how I pulled that She a dime piece and I know I can’t believe it Right girl wrong time and I’m telling you hard facts Last week but felt long ago Her name? And I ask now who wanna know And honestly I wasn’t really that sad Now I gotta move on and I gotta get a new plan Out this bitch, embryo Bout to go sip down in Mexico Here I am about to kill the track again You got get the message even tho I’m gonna leave you read Gonna go nuts for the dough so You know I gotta make that thing they call banana bread Everything is new, tru Looking at my life Never thought I would get it Chased the bag now I’m real damn athletic Blessed for everyday but I want more I said it I’m just perfect no flaw naw Whenever I rap it’s raw huh Hoping I dont get lock jaw Let the ice in my mouth just thaw huh So I might fly to Sweden Looking for the garden of Eden Bucket list is almost completed When I’m done I just might repeat it I got big dreams Like Mr. King On the low man I’m a real fiend Still got my hair But I’m Mr.Clean I dont sip drank Only Pellegrin About to kill the track get an IV I bully bars I’m just too mean No chlorine but you know I stay clean You are just an actor okay cut scene Lyrically superman minus Secrets with lame Clark Kent So ill Gonna stuff your clear sinus Siicker than the water from flint Wishing you were rich not broke, splint Wishing you could flex like this uhh Yeah, only if your dream little bitch Sharp shit coming off the dome Swordfish But I cannot lie Not even my prime right Got you speechless no mime Gotta get the punchlines, uh Muy Thai Gonna kill the beat now without trying Drawing in the sauce yeah I got Heinz You can’t handle my shots without lime And I’m gonna slap her ass boxed wine What the fuck is going on man Taking a loss is never an option I’m so fucking flawless, the hardest asking me to soften Always on the track like Thomas Bars so siick that I feel a little nauseous And how I do this often? A little out of pocket I should be a little bit more cautious but Im never ever gonna stop I promise Gonna see me elevate Into another greater state And gonna see me lacerate The beat and leave it decimate(ed) And never gonna tolerate My pockets never overweight So much that ima suffocate That Ima need some novacaine You bitches aint cool cats Battle rap me, that’s mortal kombat see me with the cheddar like I was a house cat Bread is too long that I’m thinking it’s from France uhh Richie why you gotta do it to em? Used to take the metro but I’m now zoomin Walk around off the top you see big plumes and So hot that you gonna see my brain fuming I always make excuse to abuse the juice Loosen up to let the good vibes flow and My emotions I’m never showing And I really start to wonder if I really am Human My mind is chilling up above With the doves Get rid of Hallowed loved Get a sub Or a pub Or hit up The night club Then you go home and you gotta get a grip but not around a golf club I got the sauce no curry Dont chase the girl, camera man on Murrie Working so hard that eyesight’s blurry That’s why I chase the bag but I dont worry Work for a couple more years wait no Thirty And asking everyday man what’s the hurry That’s why I stop to bring you word bomb flurries And stop to get a drink so I feel slurry