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perc out 3 - f.s. rudy lyrics

[intro]
(hey, let that sh*t ride, tav)
pop me a perc’, i’ma turn up
perc’ and a half, i’ma turn up
perc’, then a half, i’ma turn up
bite two percs, turn up (oohwee)
almost two, i’ma turn up (yeah)
two and a half, i’ma turn up (oohwee)
bite three percs, burn up, oohwee

[verse]
they tryna ride the wave, hey, that’s a big*ass wave
woke up feelin’ like nba youngboy, i think i ain’t goin’ outside today
might catch me an m, love to grip my k
bad lil’ b*tch with a cute lil’ face
say it’s turnin’ her on, i grip on her waist
12 hit the light, then we goin’ on a chase
i want the fetty, the cheddar, the cheesecake
b.u.i drop, we gon’ sell it on ebay
walk in thе club, buy a bottle by the threeway
f*ck you n*ggas, i f*ck with the djs
san andrеas, live my life like cj
life of a cannon, n*gga feelin’ like pj
life of a cannon, n*gga feelin’ like—
life of a cannon, n*gga feelin’ like pj
i got the wave right now and they know that
h*rn on me and i blow that (boom)
real street n*gga and i show that (street)
too perked out, i be screamin’, “free kodak” (yeah)
pop me a perc’, i’ma turn up (turn up)
tried to knock me down, but i turnt up (i got up)
word on the street, i got hit up (what?)
big dog rudy, n*gga, get up (rrr)
if i slay the b*tch, keep l!ckin’ my peehole (hah)
it ain’t just one, ’bout one, two, three hoes
slidin’ through traffic, three percs with three hoes
on me at the room, my glock in my deebo
if you want smoke, lil’ boy, just say it
all that sneaky sh*t, that’s how they play it
all that playin’ and somebody dead
flag on the play, the flag was red (whoop)
send out them dogs, they bring back a head
hit from the front, put her legs on her head
she look me in my eyes, say she tired of my sh*t
she get in my ear, “give me all of that d*ck”
wake up with your b*tch, go to sleep with the stick
f*ck hydro, we got percs in this b*tch
fully automatic, ’bout to hit this switch
after i pop this perc’, b*tch suck my d*ck
eat my kids, b*tch, tell me you love me
i know she lyin’, this b*tch ain’t nothin’
on my way to take dope to the country
blueberry headband give me the munchies
i got the city and they want me to blow now
mama keep callin’ like, “rudy, just slow down”
five hundred verse, fifteen*hundred a show now
five hundred verse, fifteen*hundred a show now
ballin’ my phone, better bome with a bag
f*ck n*gga trippin’, they done made me mad
lit like a bic, not the one on my pants
f*ck that deal, i don’t want no advance
late*night traffic, ready to crash
big*ass blunt, this digital dash
hit from the rear, she know i’ma smash
pull on her hair and smack on her ass
grandma dead, my grandpa drag
free lil’ lo, free badass
free t*lo, free badass (free lo)
free lil’ lo, free badass
[outro]
double my bups, won’t drink no— uh
put a hole in a n*gga, no hole in my— uh
diamonds, they— get no clear
my b*tch so—, she don’t get no real
yeah, yeah
pop me a perc’, i’ma turn up (throw up)
perc’ and a half, i’ma turn up (throw up)
two percs, turn up (’bout to throw up)
two and a half, i’ma turn up (go up)
three percs, turn up (turn up)
i’m on three, i’ma burn up (throw up)
perc out three, i’ma burn up (i’m ’bout to throw up)

- f s rudy lyrics

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