Millions
Rudeboy Ruger
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I don't do regular degular 3.5 the minimum Plugged in I don't do middle men She got a throat like a pelican Melanin looking like cinnamon I've been out here just winging it When it comes to the subject of fitting in Giving no fucks; I'm celibate Dance on a bitch like Ellen Degeneres Lately, I'm feeling generous Which means anybody can get it Swing on a nigga like pendulum F*ck it though, bucket low; Gilligan She wanna know when we chilling and Sauce overloaded I'm spilling it Build like Bob; I'm drilling it , drilling it Novocaine with these lames; nah, I ain't feeling it Mask off mask on; Michael Meyers I'm killing it They left but I stayed, I'm still in it Reaping the benefits of my development You niggas tough on the internet Knowing you really don't wanna get into it Me and my shorty get intimate She got the cake like Entenmann's Niggas be moving like Slytherin They don't know who the real wizard is We ain't alike no synonym My head is so hot, it's sizzling Ducking a grave and imprisonment I'm on my way to a million Yea, I'm on my way to a million Uh, I'm on my way to two million I'm on my way to three million I'm on my way to four million I'm on my way to five million Ruger! Ruger! Niggas ain't ready Niggas ain't ready Niggas ain't ready These niggas ain't ready These niggas ain't ready It's dry clean only It's dry clean only It's dry clean only Look! I'm supreme Higher than my self esteem Off the porch since thirteen Running schemes with the team Yea my bro serving fiends Digi scale; no triple beams Keep that glock in his reach You want smoke? He'll let it steam Back to me I'm a champ Like Ali, smoking dank Super flee; I am swank Hillary; fill up banks Smoking good in Hollywood Take your bitch? I probably could Money long Mr. Scrooge Top Boys out to get the food Shorty suck me off so proper Now she got me in the mood Slap my dick on top her face She love that shit, so it ain't rude What the f*ck is competition to me? What I got to prove? Win or lose? Better choose You can never fill these shoes Game time; Ruger playing by a different set of rules Fucking on my latest muse I think she came from Peru Blowing money on tattoos Shit is real no Hebrew Turn it down I refuse Light a fuse I go boom Yea! I'm on my way to a million Again! I'm on my way to two million No, I'm on my way to three million Yea, I'm on my way to four million I'm on my way to five million What's my name? Ruger! Niggas ain't ready Niggas ain't ready You niggas ain't ready These niggas ain't ready These niggas ain't ready It's dry clean only It's dry clean only It's dry clean only Ruger!
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