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1900rugrat - free thug lyrics

[intro]
19
1900 hundred

[verse]
my mind on my money, i can’t mind my manners
pass me the urk ??? like family matters (pass me the urk)
i up the drake and i go bananas
real right cracka, feel like marshall mathers
hop out the benz, droppin’ the roof
???
might tell a joke but its gone be the truth
i done went all the way
made me a seven like jeremy lin
off of the goop, i don’t sip gin
off of the boof, that fire in my hand
five on my right
two or three when it get right
but four is the end
glock ???
take off his hand
???
you should see all these hoes, they fight again
they love 19, but they bitin’ the ten, again
yeah, 762 get you rolled like a f+cking burrito (yeah, we get you wrapped up)
i’ll smoke a big three five i ain’t f+cking with ??? (i ain’t f+cking with no skim)
i’m steady counting up cheese (i ain’t talkin’ about no chips)
i ain’t talking about cheetos
we’ll come through take all that ???? like a repo
???
got a little tool and this b+tch on my waist
servin’ all day, i ain’t stressin’, it ain’t nothing to get paid
just like boosie, hit you with a fade
it’s gonna be white chalk, yellow tape
talk on the net, won’t do that in my face
talk on text sent yo ass to the grave, p+ssy
all black tool on me like batman
i’m off batman
i might crash, man
bout that bag, i’m all on your ass, man
serving broccoli, book bag on the trash, man
???
i’m all on the stove with my left hand
??? had to get to steppin’
i’m riding around with that frunk in the trunk
???
762, hoe, i got like a pump
b+tch p+ssy bald like a god d+mn monk
red tip 556 like trump
red tip 566 pop, pop
smoking on strong something like popeye
mac 90, ak, chop don’t stop
just hit on friday long live pac
and i’m toting on the kel+tec, long live tech
i got vvs baguettes like a young cracka fresh
i pull up like unc, “what, i ain’t fresh?”
nah, i ain’t up, but they saying i’m next
brand new 45, spill a b+tch brains out
she got em saying they feeling my pain now
hit from the back, she feeling that pain now
i up that chopper these bullets gone rain now
i got the pack and made that b+tch sang
beat from the back ain’t tryna see her face
chop stick, chop em up, give em a fade
19 popping no top and just bang
up in the gram, i was eating shabangs
chop stick, chop em up, give em some bangs
she got that bang
i give her than thang
i just pulled up with a stick in a range
hop out with clips, since he want some fame
bottle of scripts, they ain’t in my name
ran off on the plug none but my two feet
me and two or three in this b+tch and we too geeked
two twin glockies on me, f+ck the police
ridin’ with a whole d+mn ??? of m3s
i told cracka, hit the cvs with id
i’ll send ya up if a p+ssy wanna try me
red tip 556 like some high+c
two twin glockies stuck to me like siamese
eyes sideways off the gas, i’m chinese
she gonna eat the d+ck up then she finna ride me
i poured up purp in my cup, that looking like ?????
nah, nah, she ain’t my wife, but i’m finna beat ah
beat from back, i don’t care if that lil b+tch an eater
cuz i love them eaters and them sl+t b+tches, they gettin’ geeked up
geeked up right in the trap
762 hit your ass in your back
me and cuh twisted in here off the thrax
this off the dome, i ain’t writin’ in none
i just pulled up with a chopper and hold a little honey bun
????
[outro]
i’m smoking gas like i’m jamaican, honey
but i am caucasian, honey
i just walked, talked to the banker, honey
b+tch, i’m tryna bang for something

- 1900rugrat lyrics

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