Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ruckus, artist - Anilyst. Album song Syllable Sliding Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Ruckus |
| Murdering the damn bass |
| Girl is this yo man’s place? |
| Twerk it make yo ass shake |
| Work, work it 'til yo back aches |
| Crazy with yo bad ways |
| Baby’s got me mad dazed |
| Naked wearing black shades |
| She’s faded tryna stand straight |
| Fantasize these feelings |
| Damn her thighs appealing |
| Never see her silent she’s the livest in the building |
| And I swear to god I’m high enough that I can hit the ceiling |
| And there really is a science to this grinding that we giving |
| They be in it for the bucks, but I did it for the rush |
| Bitch I live it, check the way I taught my bitch to roll my blunts |
| Get specific and admit I even limp and hold my nuts |
| You ain’t once been a general, the kid will show your bluffs |
| You can suck on my genitals until I blow a nut |
| Give a fuck about you bitter folks who think you won’t get touched |
| Get you crushed with your chin all broke til' your bones are dust |
| Getting love from them Minnesota people rollin' blunts |
| See he fronts like he gone last |
| We the front while he’s the last |
| If we’re running I’m the one to lead this hundred meter dash |
| See I’m sonning motherfuckers like they was in need of dads |
| If you’re sleeping I’ma creep in where your mother keeps her cash |
| Rhyme about the rubbish |
| Fly without the luggage |
| Try and doubt I love it cause what’s life without some ruckus? |
| And highly doubt you’ll touch us |
| Have you lying down in crutches |
| Puffin high amounts of dutches |
| All these dimes are down to bust it |
| See I’m laying down the rules |
| My name got out an grew |
| The only reason that you hate is cause I’m great at what I do |
| Got you prayin' that my paper count won’t stable out to you |
| Cause you’re angry that your bank account remains without no loot |
| We sense, a hot summer |
| Weed stench in my hummer |
| Be tense, because I got some reflexes like thunder |
| Recess the way I play with these records, you’re one that’s rejected by your |
| bitch that keeps texting my number |
| Kid was born a dragon, shit just starta happen |
| Bitch you’re just my son, I shoulda jizzed you on a napkin |
| Yes this is the one that all these bitches call the captain |
| So just come aboard my ship unless you’re into water raftin' |
| I can make you fuckers gasp with the way I’ve come to gas |
| Gaining cash fuck a label tell 'em take it up the ass |
| I’ma have you in fractions like a fatal fucking crash |
| (I'ma have you in fractions like a fatal fucking crash…) |