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curt@!n$ - ruthle$ lyrics

[hook: the notorious b.i.g]

move over lucifer, i am more ruthless. (x6)

[hook: schoolboy q]

came to this motherf-cker wit’ my glock 40
pull up, aw sh-t! q in the audi
swagged up shawty, tell your b-tch to wipe me down (tell your b-tch to wipe me down!)

[hook x4]

[verse 1: schoolboy q]

came to this motherf-cker with my glock 40
pull up, aw sh-t! q in the audi
swagged up shawty, tell your b-tch to wipe me down
schoolboy, b-tch, put pistols over cap and gowns
n-ggas be saying they hot sh-t, they ain’t f-ckin’ with me?
h three then it’s power. n-ggas, we are capital g
fresh from the t to the d. still bringing this funk to the beat
freestyles coasting a fee, n-gga, we playing for keeps
aw. beep. beep. whose got the keys to my jeep?
my doors on might fly up out the seats
hoodied up, wrong hood, i’m in these streets
bad b-tch, big t-ts, she wants my meat
mama mia, i’m the neo, of the year, listen here, rap peers they don’t compare
i’m swagged out, f-ck a b-tch till she p-ssed out
then i smash out, her panorama with the -ss out
what your cash about? broke n-gga, no hope n-gga
buses get fat and you look thinner
this is a drive-in, you drop my sh-t by january
it was gone by november or december
sh-t, i am a winner, yeah

[hook x4]

[hook: schoolboy q]

came to this motherf-cker with my glock 40
pull up, aw sh-t! q in the audi
swagged up shawty, tell your b-tch to wipe me down (tell your b-tch to wipe me down!)

[hook x4]

[verse 2: curt@!n$]

man, i get head and i get head at the same d-mn time
from two bad b-tches, i call that a peace of mind
money all mine, jordans on feet
girls gone wild, bunnies on skeet
schoolboy and dope boy, boy, that’s some sh-t
s55 fly by, that’s yo b-tch
ball. i thought you were some ballers, shot callers
that diamond pretty ugly, but my watch gorgeous
it’s d-flawless, can you shine that?
i’m in a whole other world, can you fly that?
my b-tch will buy us ten, can you slide that?
like goldie tone, pretty tone, can you buy that?
n-gga, 6:45, no license to drive
only thing i ever learned in this life was survive
by any means said malcolm
catch a n-gga slippin in and he know the outcome
don’t get caught without one
in my balmain posture f-ckin’ b-tches on the first night
and can’t even say their whole name proper
tell ’em n-ggas to get the f-ck out my way
the devil’s coming, get the f-ck out the way
okay, okay, kay?

[hook x4]

[hook: schoolboy q]

came to this motherf-cker with my glock 40
pull up, aw sh-t! q in the audi
swagged up shawty, tell your b-tch to wipe me down (tell your b-tch to wipe me down!)

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