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letra de put it on the floor (gmix) - rooga

[intro]

if you ain’t shooting cg, you ain’t on sh-t
and that’s just like that, look
cg film

[verse]

hey, new block out the plastic, you could say it’s brand new
we don’t do no gin folds, but them b-tches ran through
hit they block, we got them sick, they gon’ need some canned soup
put a ten on them, f-ck it, see what a hundred grand do
twelve got behind us, i’m like, f-ck it, break the law
i let the gds in the door, them n-ggas mad, we taking off
ay, i can make a b-tch take off from work and take it off
ay, told that b-tch to keep on sucking till she make it soft
ah, ay, ay, back the f-ck up
leave the club with 50 guns in case we act the f-ck up
she gon’ suck this d-ck and when she done, she clean the nut up
i was in her year, so charger pulled up, made me cut up
tough, b-tch, i ball like eve
shorty seen a hundred k, she ain’t wanna leave
b-tch must be slow if she think i’m buying her weave
oh, he tryna fight, he think he creed, i got something up my sleeve
i done done it all, but i ain’t shorty low
heard they got all the hoes, that’s how we get all the lows
i’m talking cigarettes, weed, crack, we want all the smoke
boy, we step on sh-t, y’all stand up, i swear they all a joke
no, i don’t play both sides, but i be on both sides
ask about me, i be at they neck like a bow tie
i been on this different type of time since my bro died
ain’t no time to sit around crying, n-gga, go slide
i been on this different type of time since my bro died
ain’t no time to sit around crying, b-tch, go slide
y’all thought i was gone, b-tch, i’m back like i never left
you can run, folk gon’ chase you till you run out of breath
scr-p name and scr-p gang and some i’m gon’ forever rep
got n-ggas thinking d from half court, i’m a threat like steph
we out at night, pull up, spray it all in his car like it’s black ice
you won’t see me when i slide, boy, i’m something like black ice
i don’t know about your city, but let me tell you what the rack like
in the middle of december, we’ll make it feel like june
yeah, we slid and we ready for the sh-t that’s coming soon
i don’t even like to sweep, but i’ll pull up with a broom
reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
[outro]

reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room
reaching for my chain, you might get sent to the upper room

ay, ay, ay, uh, uh, uh, ay
ay, ay, ay, ay
ay, ay, ay, ay
scr-pp gang
scr-pp gang

- rooga

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