Lyrics:
turn mi on
One day wen mi buss up
Wolla dem woulda know me
Wen mi foot it pan di ruff rough road
None a dem never know me
One day wen mi buss up
Wolla
Fok ou ba mwen'y ruff
Fok ou ba mwen'y dirty
Man ke vini Bad gyal pou vou bébé.
Fok ou ba mwen'y ruff
Fok ou ba mwen'y dirty
Man ke vini Bad gyal pou
aa
Mob3hu s3 me no
Mey3 forkn ruff (mey3 forkn ruff)
All the boys for the down
There see I go insult them ruff
Plotting ruff
Sorting ruff
3ny3 sikasem
shoppin
And we went to the pike
Beat that nigga ass twice
Now i'm Like Mike
Junky said catch him in traffic
He don't wanna fight
Im a dog ruff ruff
Yeah I
get ruff when you feel you're not good enough
When you're with Kitsu cuddling you feel seen and loved
When things get ruff when you feel you're not good
What sound does a dog make
Ruff ruff ruff, ruff ruff ruff
What sound does a cat make
Meow, meow, meow, purr
What sound does a cow make
Moo, moo
What
South playalistic
Ruff, so tuff, baby
Moscow playalistic
Gots nuff Love
Izhside playalistic
Ruff, so tuff
Russian playalistic
Move on
Still we can
Bro i pushe für de hayat no sleep
Lebe immer turbulent i sitz im cockpit
Zelle all di blessings well sie gebe hoffnig
Life isch so ruff
D Liebi so
and forth
You're a loose loose type of goose goose
All that chest talk, I hear ruff ruff
Here's some tissues because you're pooh pooh
Got enough on my plate
hey mi wah fi Ben it nuh matta how it ruff still naa give it up ina di almighty one Weh mi put mi trust
The struggle is on mi wah fi enh it tuff likka
I'm in these clothes, designer
These shoes, designer
This mug, designer
Real bitch I don't cosigners
Top bitch, headliner
Need a dope boy, ruff ryder
Gawn whole it up, ain't no giving up
Man a take on the road nuff
Even do what the road ruff
Every time man fall man get up
Cause there ain't no giving up
swimming in a sea of peals
Tastes like caviar
Watching shooting stars
She's like to do the touch
Diamonds in the ruff
Had a girl who was a beauty queen
Most
bankroll in 4, 5, 6 in trips
He's a gangster
I always make the paper and the FBI got me on they list, that's why
He's a Ruff Ryder nigga, Ryde or Die
of Isaac
So Freddie Foxxx, it's time to get tough [uh-huh]
Just, get on the mic and get RUFF, RUFF
[Freddie Foxxx]
Soon as I flex, cause
shooting stars
She tastes like caviar, but you're shooting stars
Like silk to the touch, diamonds in a ruff
Had a girl who was a beauty queen
Most beautiful
nothing but for me it's a lot
It's all that I got and all that I got is
Ruff stuff
Stuff that's ruff
I ain't no goddamn loser
I ain't no son
What you don't know
Ours verse who?
Is a virtue
Ruff ryders be the team
Which means
A lot of cream
Runin' skeems
Stunnin' beams
To make ya'll
brush
If you 'ave your brush, you can avoid the rush
Whether you whine or grine
Come a ruff, ruff grine
Come a cool, cool whine
Whether you whine
feel like that
Oh, why must I chase the cat
Like the boys
When they're out there walkin' the streets
May compete
Nothin' but the dog in ya
Ruff
feel like that
Oh, why must I chase the cat
Like the boys
When they're out there walkin' the streets
May compete
Nothin' but the dog in ya
Ruff
feel like that
Oh, why must I chase the cat
Like the boys
When they're out there walkin' the streets
May compete
Nothin' but the dog in ya
Ruff
Yea
Till alla fyllesvin och grogghagge
Låt mig ge nått att hata på
Där går roffe ruff han tror han är så jävla mäktig
Ha vem tror han att han é
1, 2, 1, 2, 3
ruff ruff ruff...
Tripping down nations, de ba se dens
Nah nah nah...
On so many journeys
Always in a hurry
Crossing so
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