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Rooga

"Fiesty"

[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
Damn lil' mama you feisty
And lil' mama a pisces
f*ck with no n*ggas who shiesty
Or those n*ggas who might be
I keep that toolie, you run up on me I'ma shoot me a movie like Spike Lee
You kill one of mine boy you gotta bleed
That boy a snitch, yeah he made a plea
I got some n*ggas 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 pus*y
After I'm done f*ckin' on you b*tch I want yo friend's pus*y
You gotta make a n*gga wanna buss out and do a dance pus*y
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 killas that's bout it like Master P, they kill yo ass 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
Scrapp Gang we not for none
Clap Gang we get it done
[?] n*ggas they was young
This ain't how n*ggas really come
This ain't where n*ggas really from
Hit they block up with that drum
Through the same cut, these n*ggas 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
Damn lil' mama you fiesty
And lil' mama a pisces
f*ck with no n*ggas who shiesty
Or those n*ggas who might be
I keep that toolie, you run up on me I'ma shoot me a movie like Spike Lee
You kill one of mine boy you gotta bleed
That boy a snitch, yeah he made a plea
I got some n*ggas that hop out and squeeze
And they will not stop till you drop to yo knees

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