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letra de tennis - lom rudy

verse 1
i need it in a timely fashion put a race on it
my price come from outta thin air i left some sp-ce on it
my plug asked for my picture hot ass den put my face on it
fa me he a get you chased down you can bank on it
dawg ain’t tryna sign to ovo but i put drake on em
broke my b-tches heart we back together put some tape on it
he say the dope he got a ten i put a 8 on it
i hit the sh-t so hard they gone put a rape case on me
i broke a chunk and dropped it on the scale it d-mn nеar tipped over

tryna blend in on thе back of the bus i should thank rosa
free big ghetto n-gga rip soda
my blow come from the africans with some traces of ebola
choppa hit his brain while he driving make em lean over
they had to shave that n-gga head bald like he in chemo
that n-gga said he sold his scat he got it repoed
i’m noided i made a play and told em send the bread through vemo
my auntie was giving me the game while yours making apple pies
my uncle bougie he cook his dope wit alkoline

dat n-gga too fancy
they caught em in the driveway wit his b-tch i was too happy
he say his chop went up 100 points he got a stock on it
rambo a shoot you until you fall asleep he got glaucoma
i caught my daddy stealing from me put the glock on em
i tried to pop his ass but that b-tch jammed i wasted wok on it
this 308 i got is just too big i had to chop on it
that n-gga brain spilling out his head i left the top open
punch the dope once and it ain’t fall it can get hit harder
fa some reason it’s saying hit me again i think this brick talking
they say i beat my b-tch up beat them attempt charges
i wonder would this dope jump if i use flint water
they tryna get they water fixed i’m having dope crisis
why would i let yo b-tch drive she ain’t got no license
yeah it’s gone jump rudy i cook my dope with well water
a record label called put em on hold shid this a sale calling
when you jumped off the porch i was in the grass like i fell off it

hit the yay with acetone last night can’t get the smell off me
yeah i can dig dat
i order 1 fetty 1 real na that’s a mix match
if im hearing he a rat i call a audible
last month i sold 3,000 pair of jeans i feel like nautica
you been in the game fa twenty years ain’t made a mill you need to start over
my uncle still sell dope but he legit he a heart surgeon
he in there working on his patient with some hard on em
his phone rung someone called for a split he left a heart open

whew yo unc a cold cat
i heard a n-gga telling on his brother he a cold rat
i hear they waiting on my music in the state pen but wait
i got some reggie bows from flint these b-tches 810
you a think the plug ain’t answer on the first ring i called em ten times
shid i keep middle manning half’s the price was ten five
i hit it with the fetty whop and sold her ten dimes
i ain’t heard from her in a week i think the b-tch died
selling dope while she give me head b-tch i’m eating that’s a six nine
this glock i got ain’t got no grip boy this a gen 5

- lom rudy

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