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rosegrown – fuck that lyrics

[intro]
romo

[verse 1: rucci]
okay, i still crack cards, crack b-tches, crash whips
hey, i’m off h-lla drugs, i can’t feel sh-t
b-tch, remove my name from them lips
ayy, you mad that your n-gga ain’t like this
what you know about a real -ss n-gga?
rich as a b-tch, off a pill -ss n-gga
f-ck how you feel, no chill -ss n-gga
fresh up off that deal, this sh-t gettin’ real, lil’ n-gga, ayy

[chorus: rucci]
bop bop
gang of whips like a chop shop
block hot
so you know i got my glock c-cked
run ’em down
stepped over ’em, n-gga, overk!ll, ayy
two shots to the head, n-ggas know the deal
ain’t finna be a victim, i’ma k!ll me a n-gga, f-ck that
gun loaded, if you trippin’ then i’m trippin’, f-ck that
’bout whatever, if you with it, then i’m with it, f-ck that
i shoot it first, i ain’t never know no bust back

[verse 2: rucci]
got your -ss just like rodney, you n-ggas can’t stop me
ayy, i’m slidin’ in this masi’ off a molly
my young n-gga fresh out off that homi’
first day and he tryna catch a body
i don’t know about you n-ggas, i don’t know about you b-tches
i only know about myself, rucci, benji
four-five extended, tell them n-ggas come and get it, ayy
frontline, wartime, we hoppin’ out that hemi
this a h-llcat, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, watch me double back
freestylin’, no effort, tell ’em run it back
tell them n-ggas catch up, i’m finna run a lap
quick to run up in your house like where the money at?

[verse 2: dudadamthang]
i could f-ck a n-gga b-tch way before i got money
all that hating make me wanna go harder on you, dummy
b-tches get to do the most, it ain’t a job i can’t get done
n-gga, show me how them lil’ -ss sticks gon’ beat this drum
i got a decent -ss image and a bad reputation
i’m a quarantine baby, b-tch, i need my medication
and what? b-tch, this life i live, it take some dedication (can’t walk a mile in my shoes, n-gga)
need this d-ck and love me not, ’cause i’m not here for relation
i create that separation, when i’m desperate, i get dangerous
p-ss a move or sn-tch a chain, just put this dope up in your -n-s
i get dough ’cause i’m a hustler, i get b-tches ’cause i’m famous
if i up it, i’ma sling it like steve young or troy aikman
man, i bust it, n-ggas know how i’m comin’, ayy
40 in the holster, yopper in the luggage
play me like a goose and i’ma have you n-ggas duckin’
fifty round clip, one in the head, d-ck butkus
ayy, watch me do the d-mn thing, b-tch
that’s my name, b-tch
and if we f-ck, then we just f-ck, ain’t sh-t gon’ change, b-tch
feel like chris brown, i know you want me for the fame, b-tch
but i ain’t no sucker, you ain’t finna get a thing, b-tch
scatpack, then i lane switch, do the dash ’cause i can, b-tch
left with more than i came with, satisfied with the changes
went from bein’ broke to i can buy anything, b-tch
choppers on my mama, my sidepiece, and my main b-tch

- rosegrown lyrics

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