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letra de you can never match me ! - ruzlxn

[intro]
my father suggest we make away to sweden
uh, yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this f-ckin’ left
these stupid motherf-ckers sayin’ sh-t, i put them to the test
i round my boys, i straight my vest, my middle finger to the rest
ruzzy ’bout to talk his f-ckin’ sh-t, i speak it with my chest
[chorus]
tell that p-ssy-boy, “get up out my face”
motherf-ckers out here running like a motherf-cking race
you can never ever match me, motherf-ckers ain’t pass me
anarchof-ckhead, b-tch, i am great like gatsby
you be in the backseat, b-tch, i’m in the front
gas in my blunt, yeah, the sh-t white, runtz
smoking my problems away for my lunch
smoking my opps all away, it’s a hunch

[verse 2]
b-tch, i really pack heat, put ’em in the trunk
i be runnin’ like a track meet, b-tch, i get these funds
better call a f-ckin’ taxi, p-ssy boy wearin’ maxis
everybody lookin’ basic, comin’ outta the factory
remember that back in the days, i was stacking, then k’s
motherf-ckers with me back then ain’t here today
i’m tired of feeding these f-ckers, no good lil’ suckas
who still ain’t gon’ buck up today?
climbing my way, i be paving and starvin’
these motherf-ckers must have really forgotten
like, who the f-ck put ’em on? you ain’t the best
and i know you don’t wanna hear it, you pressed
man, f-ck everybody and f-ck all the rest
my choppa on me, and it’s f-ckin’ suppressed
man, nothing you do leaves me really impressed
man, i do this sh-t ’cause i’m truely obsessed
[verse 3]
yeah, yeah
actin’ like you know any better, you motherf-ckers ain’t better
b-tch, i’ma really go and get it, got a f-ckin’ vendetta
keep a tool on my dresser, a motherf-ckin’ beretta
to take the name to shame, motherf-ckers they hate me
you ain’t me, face that fact, you really been getting lazy
and i’m still getting racks, you never could really change me
man, f-ck that mold they put me in since a baby
all bark, no bite

[chorus]
tell that p-ssy boy, “get up out my face”
motherf-ckers out here running like a motherf-cking race
you can never ever match me, motherf-ckers ain’t pass me
anarchof-ckhead, b-tch, i am great like gatsby
you be in the backseat, b-tch, i’m in the front
gas in my blunt, yeah, the sh-t white runtz
smoking my problems away for my lunch
smoking my opps all away, it’s a hunch

[outro]
okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this f-ckin’ left
these stupid motherf-ckers sayin’ sh-t, i put them to the test
i round my boys, i straight my vest, my middle finger to the rest
ruzzy ’bout to talk his f-ckin’ sh-t, i speak it with my chest

- ruzlxn

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