Britney Spears lyrics

[Chorus: Ricky Hil]
Fantasize, I wanna disappear
And I smoke a L and I sip a beer
I know the cops won't get me here
I shave my head every day like I'm Britney Spears

[Verse 1: Ricky Hill]
I know my haters hope I lose my tone
But I'm Ricky Hoe, I know I f*cking won't
Don't burn me, bury me
I want my loved ones that strong to carry me
The b*tch said "If you don't want me to have your baby, then why you c*m in me?"
And then the devil said "If you don't want me to live here, then why you summon me?"
I just say "I wanna kill more, 'cause they makе fun of me. Now come with me."
I got Satan sitting undеr me
God above me and a hoe making love to me
I tell her "Get off me", when she try to cuddle me
I lay down and the b*tch gonna straddle me
I fall asleep and them demons tryna battle me
They want a rivalry, but ain't nobody high as me
I wanna die with me, 'cause she keep waving bye to me
She don't hear me, that's Satan tryna body me
I'm the prince of the darkness, but colder
'Cause I got a f*cking chip on my shoulder
Young b*tch, you make me bored
Ricky ride Impala not a Honda Accord
I wanna put lead through my brain
Everything you said to me, still feel the same
[Verse 2: OTL Beezy]
Every day I go brazy like I'm Britney Spears
Every day, I shave my head like I'm Britney Spears
Got a Glock with some titties, she like Britney Spears
Caught that n*gga lacking, then I tat' a tear
Spin his block with choppas, make these n*gga fear
They say "It get better", but it still feel the same
Pouring pints of lean, tryna ease this pain
Every day I thank the devil for this cocaine
And breaking sh*t down, we gon' sell the whole thing
Caught that n*gga lacking, she he busts his brains
Fantasies of suicide, so I let it bang
b*tch I'm fresh to death, like I kill myself
I stay popping percs, it's bad for my health
I'm a sad boy, I got tatted tears
Got the n*gga scared, I'm who these n*gga fear
I was born from pain, I'm hurting every year
Pull up on opp, we gon' empty clips
Got a new Glock, that b*tch on my hip
In the kitchen whipping with a bad b*tch
But she a sad b*tch, she just slid her wrist
b*tch, I'm sad too, so come and suck this di*k
I just sold my soul, for like fifty bricks

[Chorus: Ricky Hil]
Fantasize, I wanna disappear
And I smoke a L and I sip a beer
I know the cops won't get me here
I shave my head every day like I'm Britney Spears