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ad 20 - 20 interlude lyrics

intro: kofi biggs
you don’t like ad?
suck your mum

chorus: yung ruch
ouu
ouu
ouu
look at the way that i’m shining
diamonds on me they biting
strike a n-gga like lightning
got the rings like bryant
look at the way that i’m shining
diamonds on me they biting
strike a n-gga like lightning

verse 1: saint blanco
my only friend is the benjamin
six figure man
i just pull up with the shooters
dynamo you disappear
gon fleet like a ship (ship)
in the trap so i whip (whip)
s-xting instagram hoes (jheeze)
buy her in to munich
blanco with the cuban hoes
hit your b-tch with the bankroll (saint)
they treat a n-gga like pablo
ruch would shoot a n-gga when i say so (-gun shots-)
young n-gga with the dab
and i got on some raf (raf)
and i’m rocking rick owens (owens)
bet your hoe gon’ twerk -ss
inevitable, got your b-tch high
on a pinnacle
franklins speaking so the benjamin is so clinical

pre chorus : yung ruch
the diamonds they change every season(change)
spare you n-ggas for what reason?
you n-ggas wanna get even(even)
nah n-gga, we can’t be even (nah)
got the universe like steven (got the stars on me uh)

chorus : yung ruch
look at the way that i’m shining
diamonds on me they biting
strike a n-gga like lightning
got the rings like bryant
look at the way that i’m shining
diamonds on me they biting
strike a n-gga like lightning

verse 2: yung ruch
2 styrofoams, pour up a 4, i’m gone for 6 hours (gone gone i’m gone)
my wrist a cooling tower (ice)
call me human glacier (huh)
b-tches all flavors(ya dig)
ad 20 be stacking all this paper
how the f-ck yung ruch gon chase her?
took your main hoe and put her in rotation (ooo yeahh)
yung ruch sensei
smell chopped bricks on a n-gga from a mile away (woo)
told that hoe, told that thot to suck it or fly away (brr)
what you made today? (what you made?)
shh put the bag in the bank
have you upgrade man?
saint club my jeans and my shoes(saint)
smoking on backwoods(woody)
f-cking your thotty, hit that sh-t from backwards(uh huh)
remember they said i wouldn’t make it, now dripping gucci from head to my laces (drip)
tryna suck so she take off her braces
can’t f-ck that b-tch if she basic(nah)
all these green hunnids, the matrix (cash)
lil b-tch can c-m, but can’t stay yeah (smash)

outro: yung ruch
blanco ruch (saint)
got your b-tch on loop

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