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• Artiste: Tank God & Smooky MarGielaa
• Titre: Ruby
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I can never dream about a hoe, huh You ain't on my type of time I said, "You gon' have to go" Made bands off a whole lotta rhymes Grind, time, I gotta trap no more Got lowballed when he got signed Block number shooters callin' my line Trap nigga, what you know 'bout baggin' up a dime? Young black nigga, I know they don't wanna see me shine You smell that, huh, give it back nigga (Oh, oh) Get a bag nigga You talk a lot, but ain't that bigger (Oh, oh) You said you was with that, how you gon' rap nigga? So I had a big bag, came and tried to snatch nigga I stay with the same gang, you be ridin' mad niggas I'm with mad niggas, but they all my niggas Go out, want lil' boy, I got mob ties Yeah I put East side but I'm on the West side (East side, it's dark) You don't move right, get left on the left side You don't move right, get left on the left Big V on my chest, where you from? Get checked I'm a Bronx ass niggas, grew up in the Jets Been three days straight and I still ain't slept Young nigga, I was breakin' down Ps on the West side Keep an FN and a chop, we havin' mob ties Take 'em but they don't slide, Cullinan I ghost drive It's been like seventy-two hours and I'm still on drank Put the pussy to the start and then I strap All up in your city, take it back and take a jet If he want some beef I cook it up just like a chef I just want it now lil' baby, he can keep the rest Put that shit on, yeah, they love how I drip Forty-five K, see me once in this fit I'ma take his man, she get turnt to my bitch She in the room, feed her Percs, give her dick I'ma beat the pussy from the back side We ain't fuckin' with these niggas playin' both sides I got Tank up on the beat, we tryna blow some Send the Cashapp to my bitch to get her toes done I can never dream about a hoe, huh You ain't on my type of time I said, "You gon' have to go" Made bands off a whole lotta rhymes Grind, time, I gotta trap no more Got lowballed when he got signed Block number shooters callin' my line Trap nigga, what you know 'bout baggin' up a dime? Young black nigga, I know they don't wanna see me shine You smell that, huh, give it back nigga (Oh, oh) Get a bag nigga You talk a lot, but ain't that bigger (Oh, oh)