Lyrics:
Fa fa fa
Fa fa fa
That right
Here I go
Boom boom boom
Hit a opp with the cha cha
Spin spin spin spin
That thirty go fa fa
Fa fa fa fa
Drop a pin
We
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely
how a rapper that's intelligent sound
Who done mastered rap
To smash a cat on SMACK
I've been fiendin' since the Dizaster match
Your swagger rap is
that bad chick? That's all me I be in it
From the front and from the back
I say this and she do that
I step in, they like "Who dat?"
That's Meek Milli
And they compel one Simon a Cyrenian, who passed by,
coming out of the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to bear his cross. And they bring
the sky
And sunset with tears of joy
Named after the multitudes of impalas
Who used to roam around in droves
Before it was renamed by the colonial masters
friends niggaz rattin like Rufus
12 working hard tryna track a nigga movements
These bitches feds to I gotta watch who be choosing
Fly young nigga yeah its
who the hell cares
Fat nigga came with chicken wings this ain't in n out
Trademark that niggas mascot he act like Mickey Mouse
Bitch came with 10 kids
school. I got a
Chick Magnet. I got science on my side. I got a
Chick Magnet. It's horseshoe-shaped, and it's two feet wide. I got a
Chick Magnet. Well
I suppose that your knowledge of the situation of my brethren
Is too extensive to need a recital here
Neither shall I presume to prescribe methods by
work
Driving down I seventy five 'bout to hop on six ninety six
I look over this fucking chick's tryna fix her makeup
I'm like bitch, you ain't
matter who you are
The chick from the ghetto or the superstar
I need a special girl
A soldier that would ride for me
And die for me and be everything I
flowin' like Sosa
And a Latin chick transportin' in the chocha
Stampedin' over, pop Mo's, never sober
Flexin' Range Rovers dealin' weight by Minnesota
Rufus Buck
Pistol by the waist
Coach city sole runners
With the matching socks
Walking down the path of greatness
Now I'm in the house
Like bruh man fifth
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
I said I need a chick to pea an smash So I can call her humus
Bad bitches on my line who wanna Make me bust quick
Can't hang around if that booty
blade's not known to George Lucas
Play me, I'mma shock a con like my name Rufus
I believe in Christian teachings
But I ain't turnin' cheeks
Touch me, that's
Raw, the one, like five divided by four (uh)
Shit, this just the hate that's been provided by y'all
Reciprocated and multiplied by more
You likely
All the girls that hold it down, getting beat on by they man
Respect women, I don't care if they a 2 or a 10
We don't beat on Kat Stacks, we just
That was your chick, now she mine bro
I took her like it was a crime bro (Robber)
Now your chick all in my bed dude
Head that she givin' is kinda rude
ourselves
Those who have been abused – view leadership as illegitimate so they don't think it's necessary to play by the rules or submit
They see authority
Make a move, without movin', I get that Ouija vibe
(Ren Thomas!)
I've been makin' bodies disappear like Bin Laden's (uh huh)
Need people to send
They make me do the things that I don't want to
You know let's go
I need a chick that when the drain clog, call me for plumbin
Call my name when she
hood, Shake for ya baby daddy
Twerk for that n**** who got you pregnant in the Caddy
Slide with the KY, Hold up ???
My b**** got thong, You b**** got
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