Lyrics:
than its Polo or its Rugby
And this bitch I brought with me she be baggin' bitches for me
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, or Bentley
Beamer,
Rodney Stuckey
How you sleep at night knowing you sheist, I tell 'em comfy
Like to bum no pants when we in the field, should've played Rugby
Ain't no
somethin' like it's rugby
I can't let it slide, he gotta die, even if we cousins
You'll never want for nothin', stay loyal, I got you covered
You done
at the youts that rush me
You could call me Bumpy cause I bump Ps
And I get my knock on like rugby
And my swaggers insane, you're dusty
You lot are dutty
You
Like the England rugby top
These bitches lie, relationship advice
Don't trust these thots
Everyone talk gun 'pon beat
But inna real life, no gun beat
that I'm a junky
I got that horse power
Like I be playing rugby
I'm a boss I can be nobody
She still gone fuck me nigga getchu issue
My trigger finger
class, sippin' muddy
Put on ten, I'm in mode, don't touch me
Red bottom, my drip kinda bloody
Polo shirt like a nigga play rugby
Capalot, all these
type
Roughhouse in a roadhouse like rugby
Lovely, when you hit a lick little kick like Chun-Li
Funny, kids that I hoop with all in county
Counting,
just couldn't sell shit
Youngins got the block sewed up like rugby patches
They hate you when you go get it yourself, they love you askin'
Know you
daydreams
Pull up on a hater like some Huggies
Know I got the game on lock I'm playin rugby
Royal drip all my pockets gettin chubby
And the motion never
sheep
Some people just need wool, the shit cuts deep
Rugby toughin' the feel, you be where the rugs be
In the house nigga, with the rest of the house
that
Thing and do some months?
Been in the slums since Lambo
Trunks was in the front (Since)
Since rugby shirts that had the
Boy on it puntin'
Might
to a game of rugby
Chorus
Verse 3
We're buying bubbly and making rate 100s
Is it just me or is that some dumbshit
Yo what the fuck
Hoe comes
Little
to get ugly
Streets turn to a game of rugby
[Chorus]
We're buying bubbly and making rate 100s
Is it just me or is that some dumb shit
Yo what
colada
How many niggas can see Montanna?
This movie's killin' and budgin'
Women love me in polo jeans and rugbys
You can hate it or love it,
Kyk net die pawiljoen na die rugby wedstryd
Wie't al weer so kwaad gedoen
Agge nee
Oral lê paiere rond
Koeldrank blikkies op die grond
Morsjors en sy
hand for pocket
I go make am this year omo na sure bet
I gat guys all around me bi eni gba rugby
Ola Oloun Deh la wan je ola Yarobi
Chorus
Them Dey
Now look at you
All crooked
Back in the days
It was metro passes
Rugby
Hugo boss
RLX jackets
Only certain types of fabrics
If you had to put your man
kicks
I’m on the ass like huggies
Niggas drop salt bout nothing
So we can shoot it out bout nothing
Got damn this beat here bumpy
I’m in that field rugby
and a prayer to old St. Pat
Oh I'd like to see old Ireland, I'd want no more than that
A rugby game at Landsdown Road, hurling' in Kilkenny
Killmainham jail,
and a prayer to old St. Pat
Oh I'd like to see old Ireland, I'd want no more than that
A rugby game at Landsdown Road, hurling' in Kilkenny
Killmainham jail,
Where we consumed pints and paddys down into our bellies
The rugby club was singing, I joined in all night long
They couldn't believe a Yank would know
by jou ruggie in kruip
Ja jy's my botterbekkie jy's my sagte plekkie
As ek agter by jou ruggie in kruip
Dis Saterdag middag en die rugby is aan
Dis
get in my way shit can get real ugly
Crash course hit the bit but I ain't talking rugby
Rain sleet or snow no fuck give me the money
Go hard kuz shit
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