Tonalidad: C major
Verse 1
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Yo, nigga try to put a hit on me, right?
So the nigga who he paid to hit me
Blown the money straight to me like,
yo Ruga
I respect your gangsta,
ain't goin' down like that
I can't be touched, stupid nigga
You Ruga, the D's want me
I'm on the fat list
I ain't kill him yet, but he on the debt list
This ain't no rap shit, my nigga
I been real, and I'm strapped too
Glock under the chin, chill
I ain't for talkin', get in your coffin
I see I gotta start killin' niggas more often
The price go up, the rocks get smaller
Bitch, how does it feel
to suck the cock of a baller?
I'm in the Trump Towers
with a mean sky view
You in McDonald's drive -thru
serving niggas fries too
So take the chain off, I hate resistance
Shoot him in the head or face,
it makes no difference
Long as he dead, long as he gone
My money get made, blunts get rolled
Life goes on, you know Ruga
Let a nigga touch a braid on me
Walk right in his projects
with a grenade on me
I'm on my roof, shit
Four -door parked up, I'm on my coupe, shit
I don't really talk much, I just shoot shit
Kick you out in the rain,
fuck acting cute, bitch
Use a fake pimp,
your girl want me, bar my chain
I can feed a third -world country
When I say shoot him, he get shot
When I say hit him,
he full of them red dots Ruga!
Ayo, ayo, what the fuck is good, my G?
Niggas got our names in
they mouth
like we the new toothpaste, no homo
Actin' like we washed up,
my name ain't Downy, nigga,
what the fuck wrong with you?
Writer, this ain't a fair match,
you can't compare crack
To all that whack in my ear,
that shit is air wax
I air catch, you headin'
right into a bed trap
Fivey, even Nike know I would air max
Leave a square flat,
ain't nothin' hot about it
The nigga 30 years old,
still ain't drop a ounce
Wildin', writer paid,
I'm too bright to shade
F#m
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I'm hot, this ain't wavy,
this mic will wave
So behave, cause today,
I ain't playin' games
And I don't play them name
games
And niggas say my name, what?
I'm Damon Wayans,
how I bring a major pain
A nigga couldn't hang with me
if he was David Blaine
Unless you playin' insane,
niggas stay the fuck around
I will
A -Town you, turn you upside down
Go on and win, them niggas talkin' in
Who gives a fuck,
I gives it up like an audience, right?
Yeah, y need to give us a standing ovation
for this shit here
Stand up, I mean we really go hard
I don't know about these other niggas
Ruger motherfuckin' rap
The head gunner charge,
top gunner dip set checkin' in
My motherfuckin' boy Ryder right here
I mean y 'all niggas got a death wish
And I signed it S .O .S.
Shooters on standby, nigga, yeah
I'm wavy, nigga
The wave is over, nigga
We the Durag boys
Macaroni and cheese,
what kinda fuckin' name is that?
These niggas killin' Ruga
steppin' on everything movin', nigga
Yeah! Dipset
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