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rooga - fiesty lyrics

[hook]
you not a gangster boy you from the burbs
talkin’ that sh-t get you left on the curb
rollin’ a wood it smell like some herb
f-ck what you heard we come in a herd
d-mn lil’ mama you feisty
and lil’ mama a pisces
f-ck with no n-gg-s who shiesty
or those n-gg-s who might be
i keep that toolie, you run up on me i’ma shoot me a movie like spike lee
you k!ll one of mine boy you gotta bleed
that boy a snitch, yeah he made a plea
i got some n-gg-s that hop out and squeeze
and they will not stop till you drop to yo knees

[verse]
i wanna hit it from that back while i watch you eat yo friend’s p-ssy
after i’m done f-ckin’ on you b-tch i want yo friend’s p-ssy
you gotta make a n-gg- wanna buss out and do a dance p-ssy
shorty all on me and she pullin’ on my zipper and her man lookin’
i put that lean in the pop, you know what i’m sippin’ its wock
every summer i’m huggin’ the block
what i’m grippin’ you know it’s a glock
ain’t tryna fall in love with no b-tch, all i need is the top
and i do not need no bad b-tch, all i need is a bop
i made her get down low, i f-cked a b-tch with no socks
i made that ho cut the guap, then i kicked her out the spot
yes i remember them days standin’ over the stove whippin’ the pot
i turned a brick to a bow, that’s what you call turnin’ a little to a lot
i got some k!llas that’s bout it like master p, they k!ll yo -ss for free
i’m in the kitchen i’m whippin’ a masterpiece, so please do not ask for me
you think you bigger than pun? well you can get left in the pond like a swan
i shoot this gun that b-tch loud like a bomb
you can disappear like a got a wand
me and my gun, yeah we got a bond
we stay together and we got a son
i’ma get out if i got a bond
i told them peoples that i’m not the one
you must not know where i’m from
scr-pp gang we not for none
clap gang we get it done
[?] n-gg-s they was young
this ain’t how n-gg-s really come
this ain’t where n-gg-s really from
hit they block up with that drum
through the same cut, these n-gg-s so dumb

[hook]
you not a gangster boy you from the burbs
talkin’ that sh-t get you left on the curb
rollin’ a wood it smell like some herb
f-ck what you heard we come in a herd
d-mn lil’ mama you fiesty
and lil’ mama a pisces
f-ck with no n-gg-s who shiesty
or those n-gg-s who might be
i keep that toolie, you run up on me i’ma shoot me a movie like spike lee
you k!ll one of mine boy you gotta bleed
that boy a snitch, yeah he made a plea
i got some n-gg-s that hop out and squeeze
and they will not stop till you drop to yo knees

- rooga lyrics

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