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RICKY BOBBY
9
Hip-Hop/Rap
RICKY BOBBY was released on March 12, 2025 by NOWHERE as a part of the album HOW TO DIE
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Release DateMarch 12, 2025
LabelNOWHERE
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Uche
Uche
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Akogu
William Akogu
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Uche
Uche
Mixing Engineer, Vocal Recording Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer
Brigi
Brigi
Producer

Lyrics

(Huh) I'm off the Wocky - Givenchy, Versace
I'm out of my body (huh), the blick Ricky Bobby (frrr)
It's bails outs and high-speeds (huh)
These Benjamin Franks,(huh), make a bitch suck it sloppy (get it in)
I'm feedin' my dime piece, I trap off a pay phone
I think I might die lit ,throw these racks on my gravestone, foe
I think this a different mode (nah), we ain't strippers, we up'n pole (uh)
What they think is a brand new load, gettin' stepped on like pinky toes (right)
What I'm whippin' like tinted chrome, my bitch got two different phones
My bitch got a different tone, my wrist got a different tone (hoo)
She said she don't wanna seem easy, I told her baby we grown (huh)
Like we puttiin' shit out the crib, we touch it then get it gone (ruh)
The plug cannot do no wrong, right, I live out that space alone (huh)
When I fuck I can't bring her home, nah , it's Givenchy or get her Chrome Hearts
I tell that bitch pick up the phone, hold up, just pick up the phone
Wait - pick up the phone (hello), Bitch - pick up the phone
(Huh) I'm off the Wocky (skrr, skrr) - Givenchy, Versace,
I'm out of my body (huh), the blick Ricky Bobby (frrr)
It's bails outs and high-speeds (huh)
These Benjamin Franks (huh), make a bitch suck it sloppy (get it in)
I'm feedin' my dime piece, I trap off a pay phone
I think I might die lit, throw these racks on my gravestone, foe
I think this a different mode, what she think was two different hoes
What they think is a brand new load, gettin' stepped on like pinky toes
(Bail out! Bail out! Bail out! Bail out! Bail out! That's him!)
What I'm whippin' like tinted chrome, my bitch got two different phones
My bitch got a different tone, my wrist got a different tone (hoo)
I think I'm a King Kong (uh), in New York like I'm Jimmy Jones (right)
Like we pulttin' shit out the crib, we touch it then get it gone (huh)
Written by: William Akogu
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