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Rick James

Yo

Keyshia Cole

Your boy Juicy J

It's time

When a woman is fed up

If she done had enough

Better watch out

It's goin' down, yeahWhy does it matter now?

Who can do you better

Feet up on your couch,

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

(Yeah bitch) I'm Rick James!

Slap the bitch like Rick James

I'm Rick James!If you want my love,

Who is the one who's hurtin' now?

But you can keep your double standards,

It's funny how the tables turned aroundOh bring 'em out out out out out

Oh right now now now now

Oh bring 'em out out out out out (you know it)

Oh right now (tell them Keyshia!)

Yeah!Why does it matter now?

Who can do you better

Feet up on your couch,

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

(Yeah bitch) I'm Rick James!

Slap the bitch like Rick James

I'm Rick James!Why does it matter now?

Who can do you better

Feet up on your couch,

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Cold blooded, I'm Rick James!

Slap the bitch like Rick James

I'm Rick James!I can see the picture shatter

And we can pick up the pieces off the ground

Till the point that nothin' matters

And it's way too late to talk it out, oohOh bring 'em out out out out out

Oh right now now now now

Oh bring 'em out out out out out

Oh right now (bring 'em bring 'em out out out)Why does it matter now?

Who can do you better

Feet up on your couch,

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

(Yeah bitch) I'm Rick James!

Slap the bitch like Rick James

I'm Rick James!? You gon' pay for it later,

Baby girl, more cut throat than a razor

She know what she want, and she know how to get it

Shawty, know the game, no, nigga you can't play her

She bad, lookin' like a bag of money

Make her own bread, fat ass and flat stomach

She know she never gotta ask for nothin'

These chicks hatin' 'cause they ain't half the woman

Shawty came home he started runnin' his mouth

She took her earrings off an get rational, damn!

Homeboy know lil mama don't play

He just grab the shit and started packin' (he gone)

You broke her ? Your life gonna change

She cold blooded like she got ice in her veins

Got me chillin' in your house throwin' diamonds on your spouse

Wipe my feet on your couch, bitch I'm Rick James!Why does it matter now?

Who can do you better

Feet up on your couch,

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

(Yeah bitch) I'm Rick James!

Slap the bitch like Rick James

I'm Rick James!Why does it matter now?

Who can do you better

Feet up on your couch,

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Yeah, bitch I'm Rick James

Cold blooded, I'm Rick James!

Slap the bitch like Rick James

I'm Rick James!

Songwriters

SEAN FENTON, ROAHN HYLTON, KEYSHIA COLE, BRANDON BELL, JORDAN HOUSTON, TAYLOR PARKS, BREANA MARIN, KAM PARKERPublished by

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