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• Artiste: Foolio
• Titre: Coolin Wit My Ruger
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Rock and roll with this shit Niggas know every day I got my pole in this shit, nigga And he know I got my pole in this shit nigga Nigga run up on Lil 6, I take his soul in this bitch Peek-a-boo, pop up like Halloween She like my sausage, like my Jimmy Dean And yeah, I be sleep as hell off lean And yeah, I be sippin' on codeine, ayy Hell yeah, I'm a Robin Louis fiend, ayy Hell yeah, I'ma beat it, Billie Jean, ayy Hell yeah, boy my auntie was a fiend I'll serve her when it comes to dope or green nigga Serve my grandma when it comes down to that benji Niggas bitches, get that money and act stingy Knock knock, who at the door? oh that Whitney Who the fuck that is? Paul, he want a fifty? I'm breakin' in your house through the chimney My father popped, they think that I got children Don't want no kids, I'm tryna get a million He blend in with sticks, that lil boy a chameleon When I fuck her, got her feet up to the ceiling And if we fuck, bitch that's a friendly I'm dippin' and I dab through that water Just fucked your ho, and I fucked your daughter I'm a real nigga, first and fourth quarter, ayy TDB, we some reall ass extorters Don't want no kids, lil bitch I abort you, ayy Play with the gang, lil bitch and it's torture nigga, 6 Tie your fingers off, feed you to my piranhas Trap nigga, I'll trap in my pajamas Don't get killed tryna come between my commas Stolen car, all black, it's a Honda Stolen car, all black, it's a Cat, ayy Young nigga got them racks racks racks, ayy When I'm in the booth I be spittin' facts, ayy Lay a pinky on Lil 6, you get whacked, ayy Lay a pinky on Lil 6 and you offed You know the memo boy, I never wanted to talk Just like trick or treat, pop up at your house Boy I'm creepin' for it, pop up like a mouse Boy you know I got them ounces in the pouch You ain't a plug if you never saw a drought Feds hit, got them bricks in the couch Nigga dissin' me, he just want some clout nigga Big dog, you a small ass poodle On the block, remember eatin' ramen noodles I just snatched a chain, now Lil 6 a jeweler It's hot outside but I'm coolin' with my Ruger Coolin' with my Ruger They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga Coolin' with my Ruger They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga Coolin' with my Ruger They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga Coolin' with my Ruger They know Lil 6 the shooter nigga