Riky Rick – Family Lyrics Ft Frank Casino
Lyrics to Family by Riky Rick Ft Featuring Frank Casino
Ay
Yah
I’m so sick
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Mmm…
[Verse 1 – Frank Casino]
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the world tour trip we gon’ take to Miami
Swear I do it for the Grammy
Swear I do it for the Grammy!
Had to do it for my Bob Marley yah my bra who been jammin’
Had to do it for my gangsters
My la familia nigga [? vatos]
My bank rollie nigga squad, squad
Throw scissors yeah nigga cut throat
I swear man we here for the whole thing
Gold city I need gold links
Brown chick in pink mink
Got a thing of bringing no flings
On the job nigga boss tings
My cousin awesome nigga er’ting
LeBron James nigga big rings
Big engine hear the ting sing
Justin Timberlake we In Sync
Everywhere we move we need a brick
Bouncers know the boy they let him in
Your late mews nigga [? little men]
Suave nigga what a gentle man
Precise man I got preference
This opulence too much arrogance
Frankie, Franklin Benjamin
It’s top dollar nigga in the end
Off bars need a sentence man
Heavy weight flows got a Benz
In the house now [?]
[Hook – Frank Casino]
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
[Chorus – Riky Rick]
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the fam!
I did this shit for the fam!
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the fam!
I did this shit for the fam!
[Verse 2 – Riky Rick]
My swagger Italian kapish
My niggas your run is finish
We got the game on a leash
I am the king of the niche
I hustle hard and I’m poppin’ now
I make kotini a proper noun
Told my brothers we ain’t floppin’ now
GTS I ain’t stoppin’ now
The diamonds I’m rocking are flawless
The honnies I deal with are gorgeous
The niggas I chill with are lawless
We keep a fund for the lawyers
We are the realest makoyas
We are the realest mak-ooh! Eish
I built this thing for my br-ooh! Eish
Shout out my nigga Mal-ooms! Eish
Niggas scared niggas petrified
Live show got ’em terrified
Niggas jealous tryna bury I
Money, money got ’em teary eyed
Don’t cry don’t weap bra
Don’t show my niggas you weak broth’
Don’t show my niggas you soft broth’
Or we’ll turn the trap to an Opera
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the fam
Your favourite rapper’s a STAN
Your favourite rapper’s my fan
Your honnie she lying, she lying
Yeah, she know who I am
She like my pics on the ‘gram
I did this shit for the fam
[Fading Outro]
For the fam
For the fam
For the fam
For the fam