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letra de ru gotti - celly ru

[verse]
ain’t no shootin’ out this vehicle, b-tch, i ain’t into that
the suckers sent some shots at me, on jesus, n-gg- sent ’em back
we tend to black
gotta take ’em off, we take this rental back
we got the drop, then we gon’ sit on that until he spin it back
ten a dome, that’s all he good at, i put my n-gg- on
he jesus signin’, strip his b-tch -ss and send that n-gg- home
better not let them n-gg-s show up here, ’cause we don’t get along
got on a homie, bet we did a skit before we did a song
we in the streets, whenever i’m in the city, i’m in the east
forever east, ru gang, n-gg-, forever bang the p
real, man, some n-gg-s is strange and they ain’t gang to me
n-gg-s do that high power woofin’, ain’t did a thing to me
pull up on suckers and watch ’em go the other way
caught him loafin’ just the other day, i’m so gutter k
on my brother grave, diss his names until i see his face
screamin’ free my brother brazy dave until he beat his case, n-gg-
know i got it on me if you see me lonely
big black .40, same color as that n-gg- kony
ten what it’s holdin’
lemon squeeze, aim it at your homie
shout out ones before me
i’m the n-gg- now, just so y’all know it, yeah
real n-gg- and i’m standin’ on it
cuttin’ n-gg-s off the team, n-gg-, i been plannin’ on it
how you a shooter, n-gg-? you ain’t even had opponents
spin somethin’, send thirty shots like, “p-ssy n-gg-, hold this”
out of the gang, i’m the coldest, on my mama’s oldest
i put my neighborhood on and put it on my shoulders
besides the city, they ain’t know the symbols way before this
and we ain’t goin’ shoulders, word to all my semi toters
twin mozzy, mozzy twin, y’all already knowin’
gangland can’t get in if celly ru ain’t goin’
we was really funkin’, didn’t contribute so you didn’t notice
suckers in the backwood if they ask me what i’m smokin’
ru gotti, few bodies, left your homie dead
f-ck the homie, he been rollin’ over, talkin’ to the feds
cannon on me, hammer on me, ride with contraband
glad he dead, but i hate to say that i ain’t pop your man
all them drive-bys we ain’t do, b-tch, we be walkin’ in
park the whip, when he drive by, we gon’ park his sh-t
keep talkin’, b-tch, we gon’ air him out, f-ck all that arguing
you just got it painted, b-tch, we know what kind of car you in
g-o-d, you ain’t got no bodies with your b-tch -ss
your brother dead, b-tch, and you keep talkin’ ’bout a sh-tbag
we don’t never see you when we slidin’ where you been at
i can’t wait until the day you die and say i did that
lay-up range, cherry pickin’, h-lla close shots
hundred rounds on it, feelin’ like it’s never gon’ stop
homies woofin’, speakin’ down because i stay four
friendly fire, hit his -ss up with that ar
got it on me, keep a yeeky when i roll around
b-tch mad, now she throwin’ shots and she couldn’t hold it down
fake n-gg- show up to my show, act like my homie now
tryna keep the snakes out of my lawn, i gotta mow it down
had to throw the thing inside the pond, we knocked your homie down
twenty-twos when we was young, got nothin’ less than .40 cal
ru gotti keep talkin’ ’bout bodies, i’m just showin’ out
and i’ma have to die behind this sh-t ’cause i ain’t goin’ out
(and i’ma have to die behind this sh-t ’cause i ain’t goin’ out)

- celly ru

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