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kissthecrook - rugburn lyrics

[verse: kissthecrook]
she be hoeing around the block, your mom’s gotta job
but when you counting money, just say it loud – you ain’t got a lot
a lot of modern guys they want a golden oscar for the talk
but notice how they lock up and grind they jaw when they on the spot
put a motherf-cker in his place
p-ss poor p-ssy boy, im a different race
i got
too many stragglers, im in the battle
i carry a knife and a grip in the satchel
got rug burn on my -sshole
from you puss boys who be brown nosing
i’m first chosen, you not chosen
i’m dirt digging, you rot choking
got a rat in your crew, got the cops blowing
got a cop and he bust in with dots glowin’
let them shots ring, now the hots goin’
and the bodies going got the blood flowing
b-tches say they know me, they ain’t talk to me in five years
light years away from where you thought a guy was gon’ appear
come up here, show you round the hills
ain’t no pill poppin’ – sniffin’ bills
to the f-ckin’ top, like we on 30 rock
living in the east
speed i’m puttin’ tracks out – boys gotta eat
new sh-t gotta click
moving to the west, so you ain’t f-ckin’ with the clique
make a paper blue jay, with the f-ckin’ bricks
if you ain’t talkin’ bout the f-ckin’ money i don’t wanna talk
i’ll mute yo -ss and bang a u-ey, boy i gotta make a chalk
bad guy, megatron ridin’ in a tonka truck
hot wheels, beat that, like i beat the f-ckin’ fuzz

- kissthecrook lyrics

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