real rudeboy – cuttin’ up (freestyle) lyrics
[verse 1: real rudeboy]
yeah, i said rudeboy’s up and he don’t give a f-ck
got some n-ggas cuttin up, still don’t give a f-ck
i said rudeboy’s up and he don’t give a f-ck
haha, aaiight then
i said rudeboy’s up and he don’t give a f-ck
got some n-ggas cuttin up, still don’t give a f-ck
i don’t carry a piece, i do the devils work
yeah so i carry the beast
i got this pain in my chest, i think it indigestion
heard my b-tch is cheating gonna beat her with aggression
an there’ll be no disgression while i hide her body in the trunk
traffic stuck middle of congestion
change the flow, here we go yeah
rudeboy’s the man, with the f-cking plan and
she’s gonna take it to the head, like i know she can
bang bang booty thats juicy like fruity, owwweeee
i’ll be getting signed to the label, yeah like reecey baby
pound sign true story that’s a fantasy fable, like easop man ha
yeah next track please, so versatile do it, i’m able haha
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