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ruff n tuff - bouff lyrics

my clothes fit betta. my hoes betta. my tatoos betta
im stronger than you. my b*tch thicker than yours
my guns bigger than yours, n*gga my guns bigga than yours
i talk betta than you. i hustle betta. i can get a dolla quicca than you
i talk betta. i walk betta. my shoes fit betta. i get paid more than you

yeah, you know me say im ruff n tuff
them n*ggas can’t hang with us, they can’t fucc with us
even if you had god on your own side
my n*ggas gon slide, they gon do drive by’s
left alot of blocc’s traumatized & made alotta opp mothers cry
(oh why, oh why)
reconcile? are u mad? are you daft?
man should be slapped. man should be stamped
yo, paint their whole blocc fkn red. put yellow tapes round their ends
slime green dot on the beam, make a grown man bleed
leave him on the floor, while he screams (no please no, ahhhh)
see they say bouff came bacc & he grungy and rusty
let no man approach him please (let no man approach me please)
he got the .45 thats tuccd in his tommy, a n*gga come close get k!lled
“see i got party drugs for sale yo, i got n*ggas who been working on the yeyo & i got n*ggas up in jail that’s selling work yo. so i got blacc & i got white so what you want yo” (you better know i)
i got it on me, i got it on me ouu i got it on me (oh why, oh why)
i got it on me, i got it on me ouu i got it on me (oh why, oh why)

skinny man but im built with some confidence
and every action has a consequence
that’s the reason i leave them boys bleedin
and everytime i see them i always cause an incident
all blacc w the gang like a hooligan
glocc 7777 make you whole again
hollow tips out the barrel put a hole in him
and another one till that boy can’t make it home again
like you gotta pay for the hit & run
i give my n*gga the drop & he does it for fun like
“thank you brudda, sincerely i been waiting for this timing brudda
no seriously you know that, lately i been antsy my trigger finger
itchin’ & lately i been hearing all these voices
the next n*gga that tries me, might not make it home
imma point at him & aim up at his dome cuz he betta know”

i got it on me, i got it on me ouu i got it on me (oh why, oh why)
i got it on me, i got it on me ouu i got it on me (oh why, oh why)
got it on me, say i got it on me ouu i got it on me (oh why, oh why)
i got it on me, cuz i got it on…cuz i got it on (oh why, oh why)
got it on, got it on me (oh why, oh why)

best out west. you know im the best out west
you get me, all of you. you know im the best out west
your favourite rapper knows im the best out west, you get me
saying it, im living it, im being it. you n*ggas just faking it
gang

- bouff lyrics

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