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rucci - b's up (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: rucci]
the way i’ve been living, i ain’t really have no chill
this my last album, then it’s motherf+ck a deal
making bad decisions, had to put down the pills
i put the homie on, ’cause he kept [?]
[?] za za puffing, real life thugging
bad b+tch f+cking, really getting money
the chopper by my tummy, a problem out in public
ain’t never gave a f+ck, so f+ck it
you know what i’m on, ride round with those [?]
this an [?] igga, keep up
a check on my neck, so my heat tucked
everytime i drop, i f+ck the streets up

[chorus: rucci]
way i’ve been living, people say i need jesus
i be out my mind, i don’t need drugs
but i don’t think twice, when i’m geeked up
first link [?] freeze up
my b+tch tryna smoke all my weed up
make an opp b+tch throw the b up
call her baby daddy, gon’ be beat up
i just need money, i don’t need love
[verse 2: jay rock]
jay rock, rucci, they like how that happen?
don’t worry ’bout it, b+tch, we ’bout to get it brackin
i’m the driver, he the shooter, young n+gga snapping
you can find us in the set, with my n+ggas [?]
then it’s back to the [?], where my iggas trapping
pull up in the lot, where it really happen
dope sales, big sh+lls up in the glock
lock big slugs, big plugs all on my block
s.r.t., yes, i’m scat packing
ain’t no [?] b+tch, we rap packing
all they heard was a [?], notice how we do things
hit you from your head to your shoestrings
kick come with the chop, that’s brooce lee
n+gga out of pocket, and he talking, and that’s loose t++th
million dollar n+gga in a hoopty
b+tch talking out of turn, i’ma do me

- rucci lyrics

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