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b justice - rules lyrics

keep up what you thought of me, my first might be parcels
you gonna have to pay more if you tryin’ to get on my case low.
this right here just play clubs, drinkin’ ‘till this place close,
don’t pump respect like legos, you let go of my egos
i don’t get more cake, no, as soon as my safe close.
i don’t get more cake, no, as soon as her legs close.
flexing in, i’m patriotic, looking like her ann go,
spread that white sh-t in her eye, now she look like tae bo.
your girl in my lane, hoe, d-mn to be the same, bro.
she say you be cashin’, usually she don’t f-ck with lame o’s
higher than manolos, lonely as a solo,
f-cked her, she gonna tell her friends, she i call that a promo.
she know where her clothes go as soon as my door close,
these n-gg-rs been sleeping on me, feelin’ change my name in no do’s.
leather band around my wrist, but the bazzel road go
fast money, fast women, i only drive in slow mo’.

you wind about to call me b-tch, turn it up till at ten, b-tch.
gravity, you can’t f-ck with me, when that fire droppin’ that pimp, b-tch.
understand that i’m being safe from like grade school to like first grade.
cash the b-tch, i’m gonna burst it open, this is why i need the first aid.
first aid, now the b-tch wanna marry me,
her george washington in this b-tch, ‘cause i’m choppin’, choppin’ the cherry trees.
boy cave, this ain’t relief, duck hunts in my pocket, go.
call the leaf while i pack the chase, so we move fast like an asteroid, yo.
face palm, shake your head, n-gg-rs know that i rack that.
can’t believe with your life, n-gg-r, but you ain’t really will hear that.
and i’m stuck in that block, and b-tches watch where i step back.
throwing money like air rage, i bet all the hoes don’t catch that.
been the king, i rap that, you n-gg-rs know my crew,
all we know about is the win, all you know about is the lose.
celebrate in this life why you n-gg-rs stuck with the blues
in the big streets b justice and, of course, b-tch, i’m your deuce.

i’m feeling like gorillas in a world full of fake sh-t
take it off or you get it, we won’t mistake sh-t.
i hook with the win, i’m on that bake sh-t,
f-ck, no proud, you come over, she on the way, sh-t.

all i see is this money, ‘cause that’s my motivation,
when you’re kickin’ it hard they say you will free mason,
snakes in the gr-ss, but the low i cut, put some money in the air when i’ve got enough.
rhyme like i’m on, global like for real, get this music in j-pan, i became a big deal.
dirt done on my low some, a lot of n-gg-rs quirl,
hit the spin and they testify, it’s when they keep it real.
but i can see, bust a n-gg-r, f-ck, n-gg-r, no, i can’t be it.
i’m so harder than y’all, i struggle enough to y’all,
bounce back like boom, not a n-gg-r want it all,
what’s up.

have no once, i got it all, don’t pack wood, i got it off,
got real goose, no part two’s, no jail time, i’m gonna write it all.
boutique shop, we skip the mall, my outfit can’t repeat at all,
just took a trip and bought a whip and i’m like how the h-ll he feeds at all
never end in both stand, my potion is so propane,
your gold chain is as real as a chucky cheese tolkien
you raping and hoping i’m living and quoting.
she on my video, should i insist with the lotion?
for me to get in this rap game i see no door open,
i show you what i do, i come to bulldozing
no bound survival, my own, i’ve been hold in,
no type to make my own team, don’t wait ‘till i’m choosing
haters on promotions, so come on weed and roll in,
just don’t do it here, though, i’m trying to jump the ocean.
ten jeans, all twenties, the point of no fold in,
fifty jeans, one hand, the point of no hold in.

don’t compare, we’re not the same, we switch your life with a day do
for we i can find a lane, but i do, i made one.
while you hate i’m on a plane, real money, on my way to make some.
boosters, i can take it in, and i’m bullet proof to your hate gun.
i’m sprayed with success, come on, guns like i’m surface the lawn,
these waterfalls and these silly lanes, just a couple things that i’m steppin’ on.
old school castles, new school, too, b-tches get each others like kangaroos
b justice and the nb crew, should i be god d-mn if we change the rules.
don’t compare, we’re not the same, we switch your life with a day do
for we i can find a lane, but i do, i made one.
while you hate i’m on a plane, real money, on my way to make some.
boosters, i can take it in, and i’m bullet proof to your hate gun.
i’m sprayed with success, come on, guns like i’m surface the lawn,
these waterfalls and these silly lanes, just a couple things that i’m steppin’ on.
old school castles, new school, too, b-tches get each others like kangaroos
b justice and the nb crew, should i be god d-mn if we change the rules.

- b justice lyrics

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