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