Rugburn by KISSTHECROOK Lyrics
[VERSE: KISSTHECROOK]
She be hoeing around the block, your mom's gotta job
But when you counting money, just say it loud - you ain't got a lot
A lot of modern guys they want a golden Oscar for the talk
But notice how they lock up and grind they jaw when they on the spot
Put a motherfucker in his place
Piss poor pussy boy, im a different race
I got
Too many stragglers, im in the battle
I carry a knife and a grip in the satchel
Got rug burn on my asshole
From you puss boys who be brown nosing
I'm first chosen, you not chosen
I'm dirt digging, you rot choking
Got a rat in your crew, got the cops blowing
Got a cop and he bust in with dots glowin'
Let them shots ring, now the hots goin'
And the bodies going got the blood flowing
Bitches say they know me, they ain't talk to me in five years
Light years away from where you thought a guy was gon' appear
Come up here, show you round the hills
Ain't no pill poppin' - sniffin' bills
To the fuckin' top, like we on 30 rock
Living in the east
Speed I'm puttin' tracks out - boys gotta eat
New shit gotta click
Moving to the west, so you ain't fuckin' with the clique
Make a paper blue jay, with the fuckin' bricks
If you ain't talkin' bout the fuckin' money I don't wanna talk
I'll mute yo ass and bang a U-ey, boy I gotta make a chalk
Bad guy, Megatron ridin' in a Tonka truck
Hot wheels, beat that, like i beat the fuckin' fuzz
She be hoeing around the block, your mom's gotta job
But when you counting money, just say it loud - you ain't got a lot
A lot of modern guys they want a golden Oscar for the talk
But notice how they lock up and grind they jaw when they on the spot
Put a motherfucker in his place
Piss poor pussy boy, im a different race
I got
Too many stragglers, im in the battle
I carry a knife and a grip in the satchel
Got rug burn on my asshole
From you puss boys who be brown nosing
I'm first chosen, you not chosen
I'm dirt digging, you rot choking
Got a rat in your crew, got the cops blowing
Got a cop and he bust in with dots glowin'
Let them shots ring, now the hots goin'
And the bodies going got the blood flowing
Bitches say they know me, they ain't talk to me in five years
Light years away from where you thought a guy was gon' appear
Come up here, show you round the hills
Ain't no pill poppin' - sniffin' bills
To the fuckin' top, like we on 30 rock
Living in the east
Speed I'm puttin' tracks out - boys gotta eat
New shit gotta click
Moving to the west, so you ain't fuckin' with the clique
Make a paper blue jay, with the fuckin' bricks
If you ain't talkin' bout the fuckin' money I don't wanna talk
I'll mute yo ass and bang a U-ey, boy I gotta make a chalk
Bad guy, Megatron ridin' in a Tonka truck
Hot wheels, beat that, like i beat the fuckin' fuzz