| Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
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| Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
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| Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
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| Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he fuckin' with me
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| Dirty game, fuckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
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| Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
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| Gang gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change, slide with my bro and with
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| this pistol
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| Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to pin him,
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| yeah
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| Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
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| I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
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| I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
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| That’s why I’m singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
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| I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
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| I’m a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
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| You know Top’ll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
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| Where I go, them hitters follow
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| They on my ass, but I know the game that’s played
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| On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin', face me, nigga
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| Ridin' 'round in my Rolls-Royce screamin', «Gang,"I know you hate me, nigga
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| We gon' forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
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| Bitch, I’m twenty, I done spent four million and dropped a half just for the
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| zipper
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| Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)
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| Pallbearer runnin' with the fuckin' gravediggers, yeah
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| Public figure ridin' with the fuckin' K’s with him
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| Don’t give a fuck 'bout how I turn out once his mans with him
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| I’m quick to jump out with my glaow, they gon' slang with him
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| Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
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| I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
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| I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
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| That’s why I’m singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
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| I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
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| I’m a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
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| You know Top’ll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
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| Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game that’s
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| played
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| Everywhere I pull up, all these hoes, they wanna know where Top is
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| Motherfuck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my fuckin' guap at?
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| Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
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| They know I’m strapped up in this bitch, I shoot, a nigga can’t stop that
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| I’m 38
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| I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
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| I’m a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
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| You know Top’ll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
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| Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game that’s
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| played
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| Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
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| Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
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| Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
|
| Just a bitch who talkin' down or another nigga think he fuckin' with me
|
| Dirty game, fuckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
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| Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
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| Gang gon' stay the same, your friends gon' change, slide with my bro and with
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| this pistol
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| Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to pin him |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rough Ryder , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album 38 Baby 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп