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bag - lil ruke lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh, ah, lil ruke
uh, uh, uh
uh, uh, uh
royletsgo

[chorus]
get to my bag now
can’t f*ck wit no handouts
f*ck wit the bands now
i am the man now
these n*ggas they mad how
blowing a bag now
you n*ggas get ran down
me and the gang out now
i’m on my bleansh*t
i gotta clean fit
f*ck is you mean bih
can’t f*ck wit no treesh bih
up in da boogie down bronx mixed by jesus
but i’m from the heights lil n*gga
if i shoot i squeeze it

[verse 1]
don’t f*ck wit my demons hey
red stains you bleeding hey
looks so deceiving hey
i cannot leave it yea
to many n*gggas they out for me
dropping the top on a audi please
moving fast don’t care bout speed
copying my flow i ain’t wit it g
na na
na na
you b*tches playing wit a n*ggas heart
naaa
n*ggas playin you f*ck around
we hittin hard
naaa
smash your b*tch i’m going in i pop her tart
na na
shawty ask why you actin different na na
ooouuu
told that b*tch to leave me alone
i can’t not f*ck wit no hoes
she calling my phone
i hang up my phone
pass her down to my bros
f*ck her
f*ck that lil hoe

[outro]
bleansh*t!
vs n*gga, ah, ah

- lil ruke lyrics

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