Rick Owens (Talk To The Devil)*

Lyrics from Snippet

[Intro]

Huh?

Woah, woah

Yeah

[Chorus]

She talk to the devil just for some Rick Owens

For some Rick Owens (Oh)

Just for some Rick Owens (Oh)

Just for some Rick Owens (Oh)

She talk to the devil just for some Rick Owens (Woah)

[Verse]

I can break through the ceilin', I can make the ho [?], yeah

I don't know 'bout no demons (What?)

But I might go [?], yeah

I don't care 'bout my height, huh

She ride me like a bike (Like a bike)

She think that I'm fly (I'm fly)

Man that pussy got me high (Got me high)

No, she was dyin' (Dyin')

Every day, [?]

These bitches borin', she look at my outfit, this shit like it's snowin'

Just for a bag, yeah, these bitches be hoein'

She talk to the devil just for some Rick Owens

I'm the same nigga that came from the low end

Rich as fuck, uh, but I came from the poor end

Sticky-ass cup, yeah, this bitch I keep pourin'

I'm on the same drugs as Lamar Odom, yeah

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