Rickie Jacobs - Autumn's Soundtrack lyrics

rate me

I’m one of the illest niggas in my city to do it

I’m in the club with the cutest

Big booty bitch, make her dyke when I grab it

I stay with some chicks ‘cause the nightlife is savage

They throw that pussy at me ‘cause I never drop my passes

It’s almost October and I still ain’t paid my taxes

I’m slick as Ray Charles when he was in his 20’s

But nigga, I can see when it comes to the money

All my niggas dress like bums when it’s sunny

My motherfuckers try to have fun with your mommy

Them Ethiopians be open so I like them

I love some nice long legs with some nice shins

Niggas always fronting on my lisp, huh

They won’t be fronting when my tongue inside their bitch, huh

People ask me how I come up with this shit, huh

It’s very simple, play the instrumental kit high

But when I fry the beat sounds like

I’m under a tunnel, I’m on top of the clouds, right

I’m in a coma, I’m wondering if it sounds right

I’m not a Jonas, you gotta ask ‘cause I sound white?

By any mean, I’m not comfortable into skinny jeans

I like big asses, you know the little things

I like chicks with glasses, better to see my dick

Her man be sleeping on her, that’s why she sleep with Rick

I gave the pussy a bus driver uppercut

I gave the pussy a bus driver uppercut

I gave the pussy a bus driver uppercut

No pussy for my engineer, he fucking up

I get stoned with the president, not Obama, Clinton, nigga

‘Cause he been black like ever since and I’m artificial intelligence

Girl, I’m so official, so tell your friends

‘Cause when I blow up, blow up, I’mma drop this one and call that shit two bitches in the Benz

You know I gotta do it and it won’t be a hit until my niggas try to screw it

If Mike will make it then the papa’s gonna lose it

But if Mike piss off all the fans, then I’ll do it

Oh, man, fuck it, let’s do it

I wanted a Mini Cooper, I want my son to have cool shit

Opportunity brewing, it’s not for unity, stupid

I gotta prove I’m the truest, I gotta move to the newest

Apartments, I saw the blueprints

Dear God, give me some new friends

That’s really the saddest story, I’m stuck in this category

As an Audemar rapper, one hell of a battle for me

But I, I really think I overcame that

For one, I don’t spit no lame raps

And two, I don’t chill where you hang out

That’s why I’m in the studio, my niggas doing their rain dance

Fuck that, I’m the king of the world

Fuck that, I’m the king of the world

Fuck that, I’m the king of the world

Fuck that, I’d rather sing to your girl, huh

You ready? You ready?