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letra de ego - ando ruckus

[intro]
yeah
ando ruckus
yeah

[hook]
tight jeans
cash and lows
squinted eyes and matching clothes
r-u-c-k-u-s
and that spelled in only capitals
a-n-d-o
forget about your ego
grade a spittin’
rollin’ b’s and
gettin’ c notes
tight jeans
cash and lows
squinted eyes and matching clothes
r-u-c-k-u-s
and that spelled in only capitals
a-n-d-o
forget about your ego
grade a spittin’
rollin’ b’s and
gettin’ c notes

[verse 1]
roll with the coolest group of gentlemen you ever seen
i was quittin’ hard drugs and sh-t when i was seventeen
even those who’d probably kick my -ss they wouldn’t mess with me
cause boy i am the guy who always high that you pretend to be
man i swear i’m fly until i die
i’m like an aircraft carrier
and roll with dudes who keep the k!llest kush in every area
i went to jail and paid the bail when i was very young
if you just saw the holdin’ cell you didn’t see the scary one
but truth is
r-u-c-k-u-s man i do this
the booth is
on fire right now
but who gives a sh-t
no one can do this
i prove this
so wait a sec’
how come i’m on time
man i be fine
if i can make it next
got ’em runnin’ screamin’
oh my god you gotta her this sh-t
the unexpected and well respected general lyricist
wish i could say i am the man who runs the windy city
but i got enough problems in my head to keep me busy
so what i tell the truth because i’m really what you hear about
i roll the windows down and take a minute just to clear it out
but then you see me smilin’
and smell that i been smokin’
i can see the road although my eyes are barely open, open

[hook]

[verse 2]
okay i am the illest at recordin’
i’m sicker than my jordan’s
and even chemotherapy
couldn’t help my performance
harry gee can barely see
but still he k!ll the organs
i prove that i’m the best
but i do not see the importance
i load up my creativeness
they hate the sh-t
i c-ck it back
k!ll you nine times
you little motherf-ckin’ copycats
i’m like the batman
these lames are wearin’ hockey pads
tryin’ to fight the crime i fight
i leave ’em in the bodybag
i hear you talkin’ tough
you walking like a dead man
but i been smokin’ weed
that make you think you wearin’ headbands
smell that reggie boy
that’s why you got no f-ckin’ hoes there
cause i been smokin’ sh-t you probably sniff and burn your nose hair
so ladies grab this paper
come and kick it with the ruckus
and never mind the lames
who probably never even touch it
they laughin’ at my tight jeans
i take ’em out like garbage
this oufits probably more than f-ckin’ double what your car is

[hook]

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