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ruffles man
Never had a bitch complain, they like how I'm rough with em
Snuck over a few times, now she dick crazy
Y'all niggas swear y'all use to run some

Say, you know what you are
You are the ruffle of wind
You my head in a cloud

Say, you'll always fall on your feet
Just like the parting of sleep

you!
I wanna kiss you in the snow!
Just don't be shy in th' light of Moon!
I'm gonna get your body now!

And th' wind of death will ruffle hairs,

Gla Gla
Yeah
Lets get it
Look
All in my bag no duffle, Stacking them chips no ruffles
B**** on my d*** cause she heard that I'm up too
You got

but this shit can get ugly
Fly as a bird with plenty feathers, they can't ruffle me
But It go sour for cream & cheddar I'll ruffle things
Get a bag I'm

the time for the brawlin'
Ain't got the time for the
Yeah, ain't got the time for the tussles
My voice, crispy as Ruffles
Had problems, solved 'em like

I've got this pretty chick she's got my feathers in a ruffle
She's got me runnin' around doin the turkey shuffle
My eyes on the prize while I'm tryin

money got me in a bliss
Them chips, no Ruffles
I never ruffle my feathers
I never mumble, I stay humble fuck ‘em
If they wanna arrest me I got
More than

two hundred racks in the duffel
Keep the change in exchange for
A bag full of truffles
On gang, chip a nigga like some Ruffles
Nigga go against

on the buckle
Vision stay tunnel
Big stakes big chips no ruffles
All these hoes like where the churches at
Lord I'm playing don't take them back
Say she love

know I'm going to stuff it
I'm about my chips ain't talking ruffles
I'm going to up my fire ain't about to scuffle
I'm in my bag just like a duffle
I

not a sucker

I don't wanna party, just stuff a duffel
Count up some chips I'm Ruffles, trap out the house like Russell
Flowers burning in this leaf, I

pop out
Phantom of the Opera
Vibe on who shot ya
Everybody fucked up
Get yo ass touched up
Kettle chips ruffles
Rosewood to the bluff wat
Get fucked up

on nothing but cheese like ruffles
We hoping for riches don't fuck with the muscle
FN 5.7 it came with a muzzle
They say they got switches well we got a couple

musique…
*Ruff than tuff…

Jo Corbeau, Tony Tonda, Elvas et Bruno Berberian –

Ruff, rufflin and ruffle…
Ruff …

Tony Tonda – (chanteur de Super Kémia)

bag I'm in my bubble

And If this shit a bag, I'm in my duffle
And I'm all dressed up in this bag like some ruffles
Servings nips my niggas came up off

of shit like a glock or beretta
Know I'm real fly can't ruffle a nigga feathers
Chip on ya shoulders like the ruffles with tha cheddar
Say I'm real fire I'm

Stack my chip like Pringle, Ruffles
(Uh)
Split the deck, then hit the shuffle
(Uh)
Keep three dimes around me, triple double
Laying low, avoiding

the fuckin' man
Catch me swervin' on your bitch for the rubber bands
I just want the cash, I need my chips, just like the ruffles brand
And I ruffle feathers

bread countin' blue strips
Shawty bad, hella trouble
Gimmie head and it's toothless
I'm in her mouth like ruffles, she said my kids are her new chips
I

A Duffle
She Tryna Give me a kiss

Pouring Mud up in the sticks
Never knocking the Hussle
Lay my bricks Clean Crisp
Give me all of the ruffles
Watch me

lens
Sun so bright,
I'm in
Today I refrain to steal away
I hold on so tight 'til the pain hurts my eyes
So I breathe in the air that ruffles my hair
Feel

flock together with everyone
Ruffle my feathers, cause that's what flamingos do, ooo

I like to dance, I like to sing, stand on one foot and flap my wings

and caldron bubble
Skin the snakes and stack the duffles
Pop a bitch. Stack chips like ruffles
Eye of newt and toe of frog
Wool of bat and tongue of dog
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