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MODEL
21
Hip-Hop/Rap
MODEL was released on July 25, 2024 by INDEPENDENT as a part of the album RR
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AlbumRR
Release DateJuly 25, 2024
LabelINDEPENDENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM64

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rickey Dominique
Rickey Dominique
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rickey Dominique
Rickey Dominique
Songwriter
Sean Jones
Sean Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rickey Dominique
Rickey Dominique
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She a genie in the bottle, and the bitch built like a model
Talking yo shit, but tell them how I caught you
Lacking, haha, **** could offed you
Bitch, this RR, better watch how you talk to me
I don't like this bitch, why she calling me?
We slime as the fuck, fuck
Only like her when she suck nut
I love these drugs, these drugs be talking to me
G22 spit hot shit
You ain't gone fuck, why you riding with the thot bitch?
Pop out with the thot bitch, she want the sausage
I'll hit yo ass up, like my name was Sasuke
She got a cold heart, but she hot as fuck, just like a Taki
Why you lie bout that body?
You ain't got no body
****, stop capping, you ain't shot nobody
I miss my white hoe, we used to take all them drugs, even molly
I got that pocket rocket
I'll sacrifice you, like I'm luminati
Pop out with that stick, shell shock a ****
I'm fucking his bitch, man, fuck that ****
I don't like the hoe, she don't make my dick bigger
Get out my face, I pop you like a pimple
I don't want none to do with you ****
Stay in my lane, ****, that shit simple
He say it's a problem with me, I'ma get that shit handled
I don't wanna talk, bitch, I got no manners
(Yeah)
Ugh, I don't wanna talk, bitch, I got no manners
Lay in a fuck **** grass, like a panther
Glock got a red beam, look like a scanner
Hop out that car with that Glock 22, it's a box on the back, I ain't running from none
Come to my house, stop talking that shit, I just ask the lil hoe when the fuck is we fucking?
Fuck the lil bitch, then I pass her to bro, then he pass her right back, swear to God that I'm dunking
Walk in the party, the first **** look at me wrong, I'm bussing his top like a pumpkin
Aye, dick in her back, like, hoe, where is you going?
I hop on the beat, **** know that I'm flowing
A fuck **** pass me the ball, cause I'm open
Don't want that hoe head, just want her ocean
Gimme the ball, I'ma shoot like DeRozan
That lil hoe said I'm that ****, I know it
Get on the beat, and I talk like a poet
He tried to post at a store, got his throat hit
Broke **** stay try to beef, yeah, that's bogus
Yeah, I like her friend, yeah, I want both of em
Told lil bro to pass me the chop, I'ma go dumb
Stay tryna beef with the gang, we don't know them
Shooters on payroll, they do what I told them
Bad bitch, if I get locked, she gone hold down
Hit from the back, then I'm turning that hoe round
Think I'm addicted to drugs, can't cap
Spin through the O with the drac in my lap
If a fuck **** spin this way, get clapped
Let the switch flip the car, only take one tap
I swear to God that I make some happen
Shot in yo shit if a **** start jabbing
Ran that shit up, made a band off a tablet
We really spinning on shit, I ain't capping
Jugg, jugg, just go get some pape
Fucking her good, she wet like a lake
Looking too long, I'ma take off yo face
I'm having pape, **** stay out the way
Fuck **** play, he get hit with this drac
I'ma slide with that stick, if you play, you gone lay
I swear to God, me and Trent be payed
My young **** locked in like a slave
Yeah
Free Dee, free my brother
Written by: Rickey Dominique, Sean Jones
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