azlyrics.biz
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

based1 - ruthless lyrics

Loading...

[intro: vtp rossa]
woah

[chorus: vtp rossa]
she ask how i do it (do it)
oh baby, why you actin’ clueless?
i swear that you already knew this (oh)
i’m so sick of all the assuming (assuming)
assuming you know what the truth is
i don’t think that we can get through this
new number, i’m actin’ like, “who this?” (who this?)
[?] i ended up ruthless

[post+chorus: vtp rossa]
pockets on swole, pockets on rick ross
i been on the way, yeah, i had to [?] big sauce
money everywhere, i can tell you’re p+ssed off
i just wanna hit, i don’t wanna lip lock
i don’t even bang but i’m where the crips walk
feel like roddy ricch, but the stick inside a big box
you can’t even hang, hidin’ with the big glock (big glock)
show me somе respect, yeah, you talkin’ to thе big boss

[verse: xvxparis]
i can get your b+tch number like a tiktok
bust down rollie, i ain’t f+ckin’ with a wrist watch
whole lot of blue strips, baby, them hunnids
vvs bussin’, n+ggas need to go blind
yeah, stay there, you know i don’t play there
rather be rich than famous, can’t come in the trap, it’s sacred
yeah, number nine, twenty+five hundred, my coat, it’s not even cold
we gon’ pop, i do the most
i like b+tches who put sh+t up they nose
[?] drippin’ my head to toe
[?] they be throwin’ them fours
i’m a addict, i’m still pourin’ them fours
[?] feelin’ like i’m a g.o.a.t
[chorus: vtp rossa]
she ask how i do it (do it)
oh baby, why you actin’ clueless?
i swear that you already knew this (oh)
i’m so sick of all the assuming (assuming)
assuming you know what the truth is
i don’t think that we can get through this
new number, i’m actin’ like, “who this?” (who this?)
[?] i ended up ruthless

[post+chorus: vtp rossa]
pockets on swole, pockets on rick ross
i been on the way, yeah, i had to [?] big sauce
money everywhere, i can tell you’re p+ssed off
i just wanna hit, i don’t wanna lip lock
i don’t even bang but i’m where the crips walk
feel like roddy ricch, but the stick inside a big box
you can’t even hang, hidin’ with the big glock (big glock)
show me some respect, yeah, you talkin’ to the big boss



Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...