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letra de rundown - rooga

[intro: rooga, jhe devo, & ]
aye, aye, ah
don’t touch me, don’t even look at me
that’s weird
matter fact, back the f-ck up
all you bop ass hoes, all you goofy ass n-ggas

[verse 1: jhe travv]
know a couple different gens, but i prefer the 5
the way they losin’ all they guys, i know it hurt they pride
i don’t know nothin’ bout no murders, i just heard he died
and yo homie ain’t do sh-t, i just heard he cried
[verse 2: jhe flamee]
we ain’t do sh-t to the opps, just gettin’ them something to merch it on
they put him in a wheelchair like a nursing home
f-ck all them n-ggas, and who they merch it on
i saw n-ggas freeze up on them hits, i do my dirt alone

[verse 3: jhe devo]
oh, he tryna run? you know i love to chase em
n-ggas don’t be outside no more, we make em switch locations
n-ggas dyin’ ot, thinking’ it’s vacation
opps say they tryna slide, look how long it’s taking

[verse 4: rooga]
now i got the gun, you should run, ain’t no fun now
boy you ain’t no gangsta, you a b-tch, put that gun down
i feel like i’m kg with this 50 with that drum round
foenem don’t do drive-bys, they just run down

[verse 5: jhe travv]
only the strong survive in my city, i guessed they lied then
all the opps be weak as h-ll, if they wasn’t, why they dyin’ then?
you want a purp 5, i’m on 5-10
got a scope on me, this a fine lance
tote this b-tch like a violin
i just slid, imma slide again
[verse 6: jhe flamee]
n-gga tried to play with 3, and he died, too
a 5’10, but this choppa i got 5’2
n-ggas say they on they block, that’s a lie, too
last n-gga tried to slide, he couldn’t slide through

[verse 7: jhe devo]
y’all don’t be outside that block, who you lyin’ to?
pull outside that n-gga window like a drive-thru
if we don’t stretch him when we slide through
f-ck it, we gon’ come back later on just to remind you
b-tch!

[verse 8: rooga]
what, you got some type of animosity with me or somethin’?
and we got these switches on us, boy you must be dumb
oh, he tryna fight, huh?
f-ck he think he von?
they like “rooga, why you keep dissin’?”
cause it’s fun

[verse 9: jhe travv, jhe flamee, , & -rooga-]
mr. gen 5, i can shoot and drive
you’ll be surprised how many n-ggas died

-and what the f-ck you doin’ out here in some slides?-
this drac’ a party p–per, it’ll blow the crowd
b-tch, i’m still on 63rd, you know i hold it down

-and i’m the type to run up, “fah!”, like, “why you rollin’ round?”
b-tch!-

- rooga

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