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I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

Hopped out the whip, ice got my lips frostbit

Boy I don't want your damn girl she got too many kids

My shoes, zirconia, hook like James Toney

I got infrared dots, the same size as pepperoni

Chilling in the post, Riff Raff known from coast to coast

I ain't talking bout that breakfast when I hit you with that toast

I'm gonna fly continental, shoes presidential

Acres aren't credentials, but my house is residential

I done swung river oats, the palace up in Dallas

Eating poochie salad, grape stains on the baggage

I done flipped cross the atlas, across the seven seas

Me and Licia' Keys push keys down TC

Jester, and I'm a wood wheel molester

Drop top compressor with my ken Uncle Fester

I done swung with the best of, swung through the breeze

I see you, nah you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

Yes I'm high and I been smoking

On two pills so you know I'm rolling

Out my mind like Kurt Cobain

Bout to start slapping bitches like my name Rick James

Bitches all on my dick cause I make a lot of money

I fuck real good that's why they love my dougie

OB type of money, keep my pockets looking chubby

Fat, cute little nigga, I ain't never been ugly

Heart of a hustler, mind of a G

Player hating niggas can't fuck with me

Gucci on my body while they all jock me

And the chain on my neck land me a hundred G's

Dope boy money led me straight to the bank

Let's play a game, big back take little bank

Get like you? Nah, get like me

Tell you need to let me Bobby B, hey

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

Canary, Mercedes, crawling like a baby

Drank got me lazy, iced out feeling crazy

I feel cool, I feel straight, paper license plate

Like that boy Wayne Gretzky, Riff Raff bout' to skate

Down your street, down the feeder, tangerine Beemer

Clothes out the cleaner, I ain't thinking misdemeanor

I'm thinking kind of groovy, might move packs

I done popped trunk on your grandma's cul de sac

Riff Raff don't play, I'm a pro grade

I'm a' sit sideways at a Chinese buffet

She done drove down from Dallas, can't be mad at us

I took her to my room, you know, the pool palace

You see I know how to propaganda, boys at park with improper handles

The paint is egg nog, the seats is butterscotch

The flow irregular, freestyle un-orthodox

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me

I see you, now you see me