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letra de what’s good - lancing ruel

(hook)
bad b-tch, red thong
teasing me with pictures cluttered up my cellphone
tryna get me like macaulay, home alone
i ain’t doing sh-t till the f-cking mail come
for the low i got uh, vac gr-ss, -ss fat, what’s good?
you want the smoke? mother f-cker bring the woods
she want the rope tell her swing it over here
in the back of the benz with a pack of some ughhh
(aye)
i been burning to the stinger
ordering plates filled with fried chicken fingers
extra fries, driving high, tell me what’s a blinker
usually a thinker, but i been going dumb
so dumb, need a teacher
hoodie on fleek sir, same with my sneakers
if you try to sneak, put a hole between your peepers
i ain’t with a lame, nor a stray or a tweaker
you know what it is man i only burn reefer
(hook)
bad b-tch, red thong……
(fletchy2fat)
runnin’ with a sack like i’m emmitt
i ain’t signin sh-t i’m independent
i been in this b-tch for like a minute, big bands on me i ain’t savin sh-t cause imma spend it
green up in my pockets it ain’t spinach
chillin with your b-tch we out in venice
took over my city then i dipped, came back and i was still the hottest mother f-cker in it, (gah d-mn)
in the h-ll cat b-tch i’m racing
20 inch blades b-tch i’m skatin’
countin money till my fingers achin’
prolly why these mothers f-ckers hate me
all that bullsh-t for the birds it don’t phase me
in the kitchen i been whipping pastries
pull up to yo house and take yo b-tch cause she a fan but she gon’ blow me like some ac, yeah i got a
(hook)
bad b-tch, red thong……
(chr!$avage2500)
black coupe when a young n-gg- slide through
watch your step lil boy this is my crew
serving n-gg-s quick, like fast food
count my money up until my f-cking fingers blue
hundred thousand cash b-tch what would you do ?
sit back and relax with the whole crew
i been getting bands since a youngen you are old news
speaking on my name and like some laundry i will fold you
no cappin
my n-gg-s bout that action
f-ck a red card b-tch im steady toe tagging
going out my way to chase the money it’s a habit
i been up remember days i ain’t have sh-t
moving heaving weight down the road up in traffic
i stay with glocks and wessons, you stay lackin
been about my sh-t lil n-gg- what’s crackin
catch me in the trenches and i’ll show you im am a savage
(hook)
bad b-tch, red thong…..

- lancing ruel

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