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Real Boston Richey – Red Rum Lyrics

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Intro
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)

Chorus
Uh, nigga, you ain’t a killer, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’
Say you slingin’ them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin’
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin’?
My niggas’ll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don’t tell your friends you fuckin’ on me if I had to pay somethin’
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain’t shit to commit a murder, it ain’t shit to pull a redrum

Verse 1
Seems like I be only fightin’ the thoughts that’s in my head, huh?
Uh, seen so many unmarked cars right ‘fore the feds come
Pull up and check a nigga, they be like, “I ain’t said nothin'”
Oh, I’m trippn’, I thought a lil’ broke-ass nigga said somethin’
Mmm, too many fuckin’ bands, can’t keep my pants up
Bitches be lyin’ to me, sayin’, “Boston Richey handsome”
You leavin’ ‘cause I’m cheatin’, stupid bitch, that ain’t the answer
You fuck me way too good, I gotta take you up for ransom
Your youngins too pussy, mine swing that shit on camera
Every chance I get, I fuck her good, go and ask her
Stripper bitches love me ‘cause I throw money on dancers
I ain’t cuffin’ hoes, my brother want her, then I pass her

Uh, nigga, you ain’t a killer, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’
Say you slingin’ them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin’
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin’?
My niggas’ll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don’t tell your friends you fuckin’ on me if I had to pay somethin’
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain’t shit to commit a murder, it ain’t shit to pull a redrum

Verse 2
Bitch, I’m a trapper-turned-rapper, do you dig me?
Say that your man got more money that me, is you shittin’ me?
Forever trappin’ dope, forever shootin’ semis
It ain’t no cappin’, before this rap, nigga, I had ten kis
This shit tax-free, nigga, we livin’ rent-free
Bitch, you goin’ out sad, you fuck a nigga that drive a hemi
Heard he tryna spoil you like I do, but he ain’t me
Bitch from ‘cross the water, but way in Florida fuckin’ a Yankee

Chorus
Uh, nigga, you ain’t a killer, you ain’t never came through sprayin’ nothin’
Say you slingin’ them pistols, when you came through, broad day somethin’
How you say you can get a nigga whacked and never paid nothin’?
My niggas’ll shoot a nigga for me for free, these my day ones
Don’t tell your friends you fuckin’ on me if I had to pay somethin’
Youngins ready to pop up out that cut with them Dracs on
Niggas be ready to take they words back right when that lead come
Ain’t shit to commit a murder, it ain’t shit to pull a redrum
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Real Boston Richey – What They Did Lyrics

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Intro
Uh, it’s funny how he fly me out, he say we’re flyin’ forever (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
They say it’s a stocked account, but I go buy my bitch whatever
‘Fore I buy her flowers, but her diamonds, diamonds last forever

Verse 1
I ain’t paintin’ no faces, bitch, nigga play, I’m shootin’ whoever
If my uncle go against this shit, that’s on my mama, I’m bringin’ pressure
I don’t care ‘bout makin’ a name, fuck a bitch only for my pleasure
Why the fuck this bitch actin’ like she the prize? Bitch, you ain’t no treasure
If you fuck with me, you do what I say, ‘cause, bitch, you in my world
Rob a nigga, make him put his hands in the air like a fuckin’ Barbie girl
I ain’t singin’ to a bitch, who the fuck you think I am, Robbie Earl?
I ain’t braggin’ up on no bitch, you say he ain’t fuckin’, you think I can’t tell?
I ain’t drivin’ and takin’ no risk, send them bags right through the mail
Bitch, I’m bringin’ cash money, won’t catch me out, send the shit through Zelle
If I get caught with these bricks, that’s on my mama, I’m gettin’ the chair
I buy ass, I buy titties, and I even buy some hair
Chorus
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, “That shit there ain’t even fair”
Broke her heart and still don’t listen, bitch, you know I don’t even care
In the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin’ Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can’t get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin’ ‘bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin’ squid

Verse 2
Chop a brick up like karate
Ran it up so fast, they thinkin’ I went and signed to Illuminati
Throwin’ B’s up, you would never catch me slidin’ in Maseratis
Bitch, I made that Bubba music, but play with cocaine like I’m Gotti
You ain’t gotta ask me, do I move? You want it? Nigga, I got it
Got my whole hood in control, nigga, just like I’m Shawty
Every time that shit went down, you ain’t have to ask me, nigga, I shot it
Nigga be fallin’ in love with these bitches, all these bitches ‘bout it
I ain’t movin’ if I ain’t gettin’ profit

Chorus
Way I pop out with this switch, they say, “That shit there ain’t even fair”
Broke her heart and still don’t listen, bitch, you know I don’t even care
In the back of the car straight gettin’ it, let me fuck her anywhere
She got some good-ass pussy, rockin’ Givenchy underwear
Mm, lately, I been under the weather
Dripped up in a Moncler sweater
Bitch mad she can’t get no cheddar
Blick came in with a new compressor
Huh, niggas braggin’ ‘bout that shit, what the fuck they did?
I just snatched a rapper bitch up eight ways like a fuckin’ squid
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Real Boston Richey – New Wave Lyrics

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Intro
Uh, uh-uh
Uh, ?
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, hm
(Damn, Pablo)

Chorus
Yeah, can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
Verse 1
I’m forever out here trappin’ bags, ridin’ fast cars
Nigga, I’m out here livin’ fast
Fell out with a couple niggas, these days, I’m tryna ?
CHeated on a couple bitches, some days, I want ‘em back
‘Cause I ?
She say that she hate broke bitches, I’m like, “Me too”
The type that play it rich, but you know them bitches be see through
The type that say, “I left my card at home,” yeah, we onto you
I done piped it up, only rich bitches up in this booth
I done piped it up, now, when I slide, there’s stars up in the roof
He got more than who? Bitch, a rich nigga walked up in this room
Teach you how to be around a rich nigga, bitch, cut that attitude
You could be my queen, never drip you in Alexander, boo
I’ma be yo’ king, type of nigga stay down, boss you up
You know what I did, but on the ‘Gram, they stay fuckin’ up
You take Lil B back one more time, bae, it won’t cost you nothin’
Hit it at ? top, now, when he move, he move cautious, now

Chorus
Can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
Verse 2
Uh, all them times it was hard, I ran it up alone (Uh)
Everyday I’m gone, my mama call my phone (Uh-uh)
All these cars I bought, I never got a loan (Uh-uh)
All these times we fucked, we never got along
Bitch look like ?, okay, bring it on
None of these bitches can’t even fool me, they can’t leave me ‘lone
I make you mad then eat that pussy like filet mignon
Bad bitches support me, her nigga hate my songs
All these things in my head just like a chromosome
I learnt myself, I burnt my hand when I was home alone
Niggas keep on dyin’, pussy bitch, you better keep yo’ chrome
Slippers count, so when you move, be on point, ‘cause slippers don’t
All this shit I did, I’ll never tell a nigga some shit I won’t
I done seen a nigga get a shin splint, don’t ask me what I’m on
It’s late as fuck, I’m tryna fuck, don’t ask me what I’m on
Try to run another milli’ up, you ask, “What Boston on?”
A bitch embarrassin’ me, still, I wake up and probably call her phone
A bitch went down on me, swear to God, I ain’t have to leave the phone
The feds tappin’ in, so when you want it, call my people phone
She put the police on me, that’s the only way I’ma leave her ‘lone

Chorus
Can we go back home?
Go back to my place?
New wave
Nigga, I’m drippin’ tax ‘cause I’m the new age
Ho, I’ll pipe you up
Drip you up in Saint Laurent
But, I don’t listen, bitch, I only listen to what my funds say
This a Porsche coupe, red guts leakin’ on the broadway
Bring them whores through, bitch, we ain’t chillin’, this ain’t a spa date
I’m gonna ? you, bitch, you playin’ hella games like ?
I’m tryna worn you, these youngins shoot whenever I say
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Real Boston Richey – Do Me Like That Lyrics

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(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Uh, uh
Uh
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
I’m Mister Fly ‘Em In to be exact

Make sure you got your head on right before you catch a hat
Ayy, I make my bed up every night right after I kiss a rack
Either way, they gotta see me like I got a face tat’
Then my main bitch complainin’, shit, I swear, I hate that
Took my L’s to the chin, manned up, I ate that
Leave the booth to catch a play, he just called for an eight pack
Niggas’ll still slime you out even if y’all go way back
Uh, whip the dope like cake mix, I don’t be on no fake shit
You would think we was at the round table, I’m passin’ out all these plates, bitch
Why the fuck I’ma give you the world? You can’t even make grits
I’ll come to your funeral late ‘fore you say your period late, bitch
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
Niggas be dyin’ out here every day, I gotta stay on beat
I’m ridin’ presi’, I done blacked-on-blacked my whole fleet
My bitch a blessin’, so when she come home, I’ma rub her feet
I pray that pussy shit don’t never come and rub on me
She pray that money rub off on her, she tryna hug on me
She think I’ma spend them Benjis on her, she tryna love on me
If you ain’t the baddest, Boston known to leave a bitch on E
She think I’ma treat her like my ex-bitch, bitch, we gon’ see
Uh, ayy, these niggas know where we be and we trappin’ C
Uh, I go back home and trap that D, my pockets ain’t on E
His F a bitch, I was thuggin’ by myself ‘cause I’m a G
Uh, “L,” stands for, “Love,” I’m chasin’ M’s and pushin’ P
Uh, gotta stay on Q, capitol R, I’m ready to shoot
Uh, know this shit get deep, the, “S,” stand for, “Shit ain’t sweet”
Know I’m dripped out to the T, I don’t know ‘bout you
Uh, and the “V,” it stand for, “Villain,” but I got private views
W, don’t fuck with we, X you, I can’t fuck with you
I ain’t sleep, but I’m locked with the Z’s, show a nigga what that flock’ll do
Why you wanna thug me like that? Uh, uh
Why you wanna do me like that? Uh, uh, uh
Why you tryna fuck me like that? Uh, uh
She wrote me, I ain’t never wrote back, uh, uh
I take her shoppin’ sprees when we hit Saks, uh
I’m finna go catch a play, I’m comin’ back, uh
Niggas keep dyin’ out here every day, I can’t relax, uh, uh
I get my Bubba plates from LAX, uh, uh
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Real Boston Richey – Braggin’ Rights Lyrics

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(Ayo, run it up, Rami)
I wanna fuck
Let me see that pussy
You know I got you ice cream?
Man, let me see that pussy, man
Uh, uh
You ain’t gon’ let me see the pussy?
That’s all you care about? (Andree, run it up)
Bye
You got me fucked up
That’s all you care about is pussy
Nah
Boy, that bitch do not fuck you, for real
Ayy, man, what’s up?
Uh, uh, they want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts
Nigga, I’ma up the score
Trappin’ dope from coast to coast
Don’t need a bitch, I’ll leave a ho
I take that back, only time I need a bitch to drive the dope
Gangster bitch, straight up out the projects, swear you can’t hide the ho
Put up bitch, gotta tell a bitch, “Come outside some more”
I’m on that shit, I serve a nigga ass right up outside the store
Nigga don’t know my plug, nigga, I get my Bubs from Idaho
Forever do her wrong, how I growed up, nigga, we don’t idol hoes
These new niggas different, how they growed up, nigga, they’ll slime the bros
I was taught when you meet a bitch, wine and dine the ho
If that’s your main bitch, when you fuck her, slow stroke the ho
Finesse your main bitch, give her free game, we don’t dope the ho
I’ll hand a nigga the blick when it’s up like, “Need a ‘Port to smoke?”
Uh, jumped off in the water, I was the only nigga that finessed the ropes
Hit him in his head like he just asked for a vest to hold
Leave a bitch dead, I can’t lie, I invest in hoes
You heard what I said, the pussy good if she a messy ho
Uh, uh, they want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts

Nigga, I’ma up the score
Every day, fuck different hoes, switch a bitch up every show
Treat a bitch like Pastor Troy, but, baby, I ain’t your average Joe
She be tryna eat it right after she eat it, she ain’t your average ho
Hate a nigga be talkin’ all that shit, but still be lackin’ though
I don’t say nothin’ when these niggas be talkin’, I’m ready for action though
I play hot potato with these bitches, I’ma pass your ho
Say I love a bitch, but truth be told, I just be mackin’ though
If this rappin’ don’t go how I planned it, I’ma be right back trappin’ though
Uh, uh, hey want braggin’ rights, I don’t need no help
I keep my game tight, I stay down, run it up by myself
I’m a player, baby, so don’t play with me, better watch your step
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, ho, feel this pain I felt
Got a habit of fuckin’ bitches over, can’t give no bitch my heart
Won’t let the bitch know I know she cheatin’, nigga, I play my part
Won’t let the bitch know whenever I’m leavin’, bitch, I play it smart
And she gon’ hide when she be cheatin’, but I’ma up the charts
Nigga, I’ma up the score
Like, fuck you mean though?
I’m finna unblock you though
You already unblocked me
No, I didn’t, finna unblock you, I need to have one of them—
So you finna knock my ass off and block me again? You know how childish that is?
Yeah, but I’m finna unblock you, I need to have one of them pictures soon as I unblock you
Bye
You need to grow up
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Real Boston Richey – Ain’t Gone Lie Lyrics

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Intro
Yeah
Mm, turn me up a lil’ more, brother
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah
(Andree, run it up)
Only got myself, it’s just me
Just me
Standin’ ten toes on this shit (Call that boy Duhvinci how he up it and just paint shit)
‘Til the Lord call my name
Uh
Chorus
Only got myself, it’s just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
I’m givin’ Instagrams to all them niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me

Verse
Ain’t gon’ lie, shit, I get too high ‘cause I been goin’ through shit
Ain’t gon’ lie, yeah, I been cheatin’ ‘cause I don’t like no borin’ bitch
Ain’t gon’ lie, you got me fucked up, laid up on some horny shit
If you can’t eat it up when I need you to, the fuck I need you, bitch?
Fuck you, bitch, let me pack my shit, that’s some shit I can’t put up with
You know it’s disrespectful if you ask me, “Boston, who you pulled up with?”
Five years ago when I pulled up, I would floss when I pulled the bitch
Got two sticks and a glizzy in this bitch, the crackers better not pull this bitch
Watched a nigga that I loved changed on me, nigga, I’m through with this
If I smack a nigga, won’t put it on the ‘Gram, won’t know who I’m ‘to it with
When it come to buyin’ Bub’ and ridin’ fancy cars, nigga, I influence this
Before I bought a car, I was stealin’ cars, fuck nigga, I ain’t new to this
Nigga, I stayed down with all this shit, nigga, I’m true to this
You know when a nigga steal, you gon’ turn around like, “Who to hit?”
Why the fuck these fuck niggas playin’ with my name? Nigga know I’m too legit
The way this switch’ll bust off, make that bang, nigga need a coolin’ kit
I told that bitch she could lose my number, bitch, you dead, you on bougie shit
Louie V pants, Balenciaga bomber, why the fuck I can’t lose a bitch?
Bitch, I’m turned up than a motherfucker, but I be on that coolin’ shit
Boston be smilin’ like a motherfucker, but he’ll get on that stupid shit
Chorus
Only got myself, it’s just me
Uh, self esteem the key, no matter what, I keep it G
Blick up on the seat, I’m watchin’ whoever watchin’ me
I’m givin’ Instagrams to all them niggas who ever called for me
I’m givin’ Goyard bags to all my bitches, that’s why they flock to me
If the bitch don’t do hair or do some nails, the bitch can’t talk to me
I ain’t gon’ lie, I done been through Hell, I make a bitch walk to me
Ain’t gon’ lie, bitch can’t fuck my brother, the bitch can’t talk to me
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Romeo Santos – Boomerang Letra

Romeo Santos – Boomerang Letras, Lyrics: Romeo Santos – Boomerang (Official Letra)

Hazme un favor si no es mucho pedir
Márchate cuando yo esté durmiendo
Voy hacerme el fuerte y dejar fluir
Ya veremos que nos dice el tiempo

Te vas, y tal vez no debo dejarte ir
Quizás mi dignidad permite que sea así
Yo te reto, anda vuela corazón
Volverás sin alas
Dios nos dio el libre albedrío
No me opongo a nada
No hay muralla afuera de esta habitación
Aquí no hay presión
Como último regalo oye el estribillo de mi canción.

Tú vas a llorar y vas a sufrir
Cuando tú regreses ya yo no estaré aquí
Vas a lamentar
Voy a predecir, tú vendrás rogando
Me voy a reír de ti

Tú vas a llorar y vas a sufrir
Ay, yo te doy luz verde
Anda aléjate de mí
Vas a lamentar
Voy a predecir
Ay, con tu ausencia no voy a morir
Haz lo que tú quieras
Yo te amo, pero tarde o temprano Uuuuuuu
Como un boomerang yo te aseguro que regresas a mis manos

Te vas y tal vez no debo dejarte ir
Quizás mi dignidad permite que sea así
Yo te reto anda vuela corazón, volverás sin alas
Dios nos dio el libre albedrío
No me opongo a nada
No hay muralla afuera de esta habitación
Aquí no hay presión
Como último regalo, oye el estribillo de mi canción

Tú vas a llorar y vas a sufrir
Cuando tú regreses ya yo no estaré aquí
Vas a lamentar
Voy a predecir tú vendrás rogando
Me voy a reír de ti
Tú vas a llorar y vas a sufrir
Ay yo te doy luz verde
Anda aléjate de mí
Vas a lamentar voy a predecir
Ay con tu ausencia no voy a morir
Haz lo que tú quieras
Yo te amo, pero tarde o temprano Uuuuuuu
Como un boomerang, yo te aseguro que regresas a mis manos
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Royal Blood – Shiner In The Dark Lyrics

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Verse 1
Man made of stone
Says my delusions
Got golden bones, bulletproof soul
Don’t mind the bruises

Pre-Chorus 1
Got buried wounds and battle scars
The speed of light in sorrow’s arms
Dead of night, can’t shake the ghosts
The ones that last still hurt the most
Chorus
Shadows on the back seat, taint the glass
Drive-through memories, hit me fast
I got bruises
Assault and battery, black and blue
Shiner in the dark, on my heart got the marks to prove it
Don’t mind the bruises

Verse 2
Don’t stitch me up (Don’t stitch me up)
Don’t dab me down (Don’t dab me down)
I’ll eat the mud (I’ll eat the mud)
I’ll fight for blood (I’ll fight for blood)
Comе back around

Pre-Chorus 2
Through thick and thin, wear diamond skin
Inside I am shattering
Hеlping hands walked out the door
Say goodnight, face it all

Chorus
Shadows on the back seat, taint the glass
Drive-through memories, hit me fast
I got bruises
Assault and battery, black and blue
Shiner in the dark, on my heart got the marks to prove it
Bridge
Don’t mind the bruises
Yeah
Don’t mind the bruises

Chorus
Shadows on the back seat, taint the glass
Drive-through memories, hit me fast
I got bruises
Assault and battery, black and blue
Shiner in the dark, on my heart got the marks to prove it
Don’t mind the bruises

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Ruger – Tour Lyrics

Ruger – Tour ( Lyrics ) Letra Ruger Ruger – Tour ( Lyrics )
Make I no lie like ninety of them don call me
But my gee I’m not worried, I’m all about my money, money

First of all me gotta give all thanks to Jah Jah my father
Coz he prepare a table for me in from of my enemies right on a platter
Me nah get time for no violence, so me say peace out your bladder
But that thing you dey yarn come talk am for my front if dem born your father
Ruu
Been on the road long time swear me must make this muller proper
And even if I fail sometimes me gotta go again, me can’t be a flopper
Killing shows across borders so my family never ever bothers
I do this shit to my mama that’s why me tell her say

Mama you cannot worry no more
See your son is on tour
Me going harder, I swear I promise you mum
Oh oh oh, see I’m always on top huh huh
Anywhere I go the girls they want jump on top me
They want kill me for my mummy
But I’m all about to my money, money
Make I no lie like ninety of them don call me
But my gee I’m not worried, I’m all about my money, money

Me never listen to what dem say coz they can’t fuck with my peace
I rather get a brand new piece of ice on my wrist
That’s my shit hustling for my unborn kids
And their kids and their kids, grand kids
Me go for it I’m not waiting, make I no go back to basis
Jah forgive me I’ve been stupid so many times
Me cannot do it alone, me need you by my side
Many ah dem tackle me from the center left and right
Me need you by my side Jah please

Mama you cannot worry no more
See your son is on tour
Me going harder, I swear I promise you mum
Oh oh oh, see I’m always on top huh huh
Anywhere I go the girls they want jump on top me
They want kill me for my mummy
But I’m all about to my money, money
Make I no lie like ninety of them don call me
But my gee I’m not worried, I’m all about my money, money
Anywhere I go the girls they want jump on top me
They want kill me for my mummy
But I’m all about to my money, money
Make I no lie like ninety of them don call me
But my gee I’m not worried, I’m all about my money, money
Mama you cannot worry no more
See your son is on tour
Me going harder, I swear I promise you mum
Oh oh oh, see I’m always on top huh huh
Anywhere I go the girls they want jump on top me
They want kill me for my mummy
But I’m all about to my money, money
Make I no lie like ninety of them don call me
But my gee I’m not worried, I’m all about my money, money

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Russ Millions x Uzi – International Lyrics

Russ Millions x Uzi – International ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Russ Millions Russ Millions x Uzi – International ( Lyrics Letra )
(Yeah, Jaygo)
(Ya, Etki on the track)

[UZI:]
Durdurdum taksi, taksi, dedim “Bas gaza”
Böylece lispo, lispo takılmaz bana
Bekletme bu saatte, kurulurum sana, bra
Boynumda icey, Fevzi Made It, kumbara

Yapmadım trip, yaptım hep para
Dişli bi’ rakip (Gösterin bana)
Çi-çizdim yol seni, tıpkı mandala
Para kasada, yani bankada
Turkish killa; yıldız, hilal
Glock or’jinal, yaşatır final
Dostlarım hızlı, vallahi helal
Beş sene her gün oldum hep viral
Chavo, Killy Milly, narkotik
International, düşer tetik
Yelekler stil, içinde çelik
Ama gel gör, başında delik
Dolaştım sefil, yoktu metelik
Kırk beş kilo, yaptım efelik
Yürekler buz, suratlar çizik
Yapan ölsün gram kahpelik

Hâlâ çete (Mhm, mhm)
Bitmedi, devam muhabbete (Mhm, hmm)
Hatunlar hayran cesarete
Baba ayıkta durur, hep erkete (E)
Hâlâ çete (Hâlâ çete)
Bitmedi, devam muhabbete (Mhm, hmm)
Hatunlar hayran cesarete
Baba ayıkta durur, hep erkete (Yeah, yeah)

[Russ Millions:]
I’m rich and fuckin’ legit
Woulda bun that prick but it’s getting me nicked (Bullet)
Love ten times so I full up his clip
You know say the gang stay bad and we lit (Lit)
Taking trips, I’ll be back in a bit (Haha)
The gyal’s too thick, one boom off me dick
Convoy post there’s a gun in the whip
Make a man sit down like he’s busting the shit (Shotta)
I got a buzz like a bee hive
Gunshots more opps like a free fire
You know I got brody if he needs [?]
Need a great trip, the flight’s to Dubai
Grab my 10K, bring down a fit five
Make her fall in love, make her get shy
I fuck two sisters, I’m a sick guy
Start to overthink when I get high (Shotta)
I love Stefflon Don, I wan’ beat her (Uh-huh)
I see myself spoilin’ Shenseea (Uh-huh, mhm)
Scientists got a thing for Maria
More time I still got a crush on Alia
[?], hot gyal, Zara
Got my thing harder, hee-hee, ha-ha
[?], hot gyal, Zara
Got my thing harder, hee-hee, ha-ha
I got a sexy Brazilian
Only one so man Russ Millions
One of a kind, so there ain’t no equivalent
Christian, but she ain’t so innocent
‘Cause she knows that my thing’s different
When they start I’m a real participant
With the Killy dem movin’ militant
Evil eye ‘cause man stays diligent (Shotta)

[UZI:]
Durdurdum taksi, taksi, dedim “Bas gaza”
Böylece lispo, lispo takılmaz bana
Bekletme bu saatte, kurulurum sana, bra
Boynumda icey, Fevzi Made It, kumbara
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