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letra de old rooga - rooga

[intro]
huh, huh
huh, huh, huh
on foenem grave
yeah, huh
you already know how this sh-t goes (huh)
don’t touch me, don’t even look at me (yeah)
matter fact, back the f-ck up
all you bop-ass hoes, all you goofy-ass n-ggas

[verse]
yeah, i’m just coolin’, i ain’t even tryna slide (yeah, ayy)
look to my left, it’s the opps on the side (on the side)
they think ’cause i rap, i’ma let ’em slide (i’ma let ’em slide)
since i’ve got it, might as well let it ride (let it)
you gave a hunnid k to the guys, huh? (to the guys)
thеm same n-ggas turned around and let you diе (they let you die)
and that was ot (ot), that was oc (that was oc)
now we roll ’em in the wood and it’s og (yeah, it’s o—)
you don’t want no beef (no), we cookin’ well-done
what? this ain’t no prop (nah), this a real gun
and if it was a prop, you would still run (hahaha)
ain’t no attempts today, we tryna k!ll somethin’
mama say they always shootin’ when i’m really the cause, huh (yeah)
five or six shooters, they won’t even think all of us comin’ (yeah)
we got somethin’ decent, boy, don’t tweak to think we all ain’t drummin’ (yeah)
foenem be on point, in the paint, them boys like andre drummond
my glock got a mean-ass walk, it got a switch
you ain’t never seen this kind of yalk, he got a glimpse
back in school, i used to diss just to go on hits
i know i’m rich but if the price right, i might hit the l!ck (i might hit a l!ck)
“oh, this is b-tch?,” (b-tch) “yeah, this is b-tch”
she can’t answer the phone right now, she busy suckin’ d-ck (b-tch)
when you with her, she be bored but when she with me, she do tricks (uh, yeah)
load that drac’ up, landslide through the bricks
don’t think ’cause that gate up, we won’t slide through the wiiic
b-tch, i’m back on that old rooga sh-t (the old rooga)
we know they hood front to back ’cause we be through that b-tch (we know that b-tch)
y’all the type to come through shootin’ sh-t, no, really shootin’ sh-t
then brag about it on the internet like, “who got hit?”
your homie got smoked and what your hood do? (n-gga, slide)
n-gga, you went and made a diss song ’bout what you would do (n-gga, slide)
but it’s ’bout what you could do and what you can’t do (what you ain’t do)
how you gdk and your own hood don’t even claim you? (they don’t even claim you)
gave that n-gga a pass, you should tell me, “thank you” (you should tell me, “thank you”)
sike, f-ck i look like rappin’ ’bout sh-t i ain’t do?
they like, “that sh-t happened a year ago, d-mn, he still trippin’?”
i got so many shots, them boys, like, “d-mn, he still bl!ckin'” (n-gga, i’ma bl!ck)
i be on they block lurkin’ and i be hearin’ crickets
we done hit they block so much with switches, they done switched it
so watch your mouth, n-gga, i put a period on that sentence (watch your mouth)
’cause usually every crazy story has a ending (yeah)
i would keep going, i ain’t gon’ lie, now i’m finished (i’m done)
no, i’m lyin’, i’ma keep going (i’m lyin’)
got so many shots, i ain’t have no choice but to keep blowin’
green beam on the laser where is he going
got your n-gga fallin’, trippin’, what is he doing?
we them active n-ggas that can’t sit down (we get active)
n-ggas talk that gangsta sh-t but half them n-ggas won’t get down (they be—)
caught his ass in person, this n-gga actin’ like a b-tch now (he a b-tch now)
run up on him like, “fah, n-gga, talk that sh-t now”
hit the slider so them n-ggas who don’t slide gotta slide (they gotta slide)
every n-gga reside from that side gotta die
oh, them n-ggas, trippin’, them n-ggas slippin’, i gotta try
i’m talkin’ slippin’ so d-mn hard, i ain’t have to strategize (yeah)
he a mainstream artist ’til we put him underground (put him underground)
your block carry vogue, n-gga, you can’t come around (you can’t come around)
when i come around, that tough sh-t seem to humble down (humble down)
got that fast n-gga with me, he gon’ run you down (he gon’ run you down)
caught him with his b-tch, he couldn’t get a pass, they had to laid the couple down
all it took was a couple rounds, what you gon’ do now? (yeah)
he got hit in the head, they watched his brains, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
that boy got so close, it was so gross, he had to change shoes
mad ’cause i was on donda 1 and donda 2 (yeah, you mad, huh?)
n-gga, you ain’t even post the album, you was on donda too (ain’t even post the album, n-gga)

- rooga

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