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mr. roo - lukrative the man lyrics

[chorus: roskiy roo]
yeah, she want this sh*t
but she can’t take this d*ck with her (nah, nah)
22 shots c’mon b*tch take it with you (pop, pop)
yeah we on your block (take a picture)
but we ain’t scared, takin’ pictures
she asking’ for this d*ck, before she do
call me mr. roo (rawr)
drinking big red
nah b*tch give me big blue (give me)
we don’t give a f*ck bout your feelings
who you kin to (aye)
drink them b*lls
she suck them, she pluck them
just like some d*mn fruit (fruit)
booty in my hand and i juggle it
it’s a handful (full)
playing with sticks
like pandas playing with bamboo
you flashing that sh*t
my n*ggas come and finesse you
pay me the sh*t
that you was about to pay next dudе
changing my fit
after i come and i blast you (yeah)
thеse n*ggas ray charles (yeah, yeah)
cuz these n*ggas can not see me (lukrative)
that b*tch want to hate (huh)
now that b*tch, she want to please me
[verse: lukrative the man]
stepping with this weapon
don’t get stretchered
from my section (uh huh)
send a hit
straight interception
watch me lessen all your brethren
uh (b*tch)
menace in perception
still a legend, still impressing (b*tch)
still pulling hoes
just from presence of my necklace (come here)
if i’m out here
watch me get it done (i will)
even when the winter come (uh huh)
fingers getting numb
every time i count a bigger sum (ffff …beep)
you out here looking dumb (you is)
you ain’t even flip a crumb (you ain’t)
you couldn’t even spend a dub (uh uh)
on a b*tch you really love (you can’t)
and i woke up in the bricks
with a problem today (a mother f*cking problem)
talking all that sh*t
will get you shot in the face (i’m for real lil b*tch)
i’m for real
i got youngins out here
robbin’ for pay
you a fake, you a lame
b*tch get up out the way (uh huh, uh huh)
and it’s lukrative the same
mother f*cker been a gang
you know i’m really out here
flippin’ bows and doing thangs
getting’ money
[chorus: roskiy roo]
yeah, she want this sh*t
but she can’t take this d*ck with her (nah, nah)
22 shots c’mon b*tch take it with you (pop, pop)
yeah we on your block (take a picture)
but we ain’t scared, takin’ pictures
she asking’ for this d*ck, before she do
call me mr. roo (rawr)
drinking big red
nah b*tch give me big blue (give me)
we don’t give a f*ck bout your feelings
who you kin to (aye)
drink them b*lls
she suck them, she pluck them
just like some d*mn fruit (fruit)
booty in my hand and i juggle it
it’s a handful (full)
playing with sticks
like pandas playing with bamboo
you flashing that sh*t
my n*ggas come and finesse you
pay me the sh*t
that you was about to pay next dude
changing my fit
after i come and i blast you (yeah)
these n*ggas ray charles (yeah, yeah)
cuz these n*ggas can not see me (lukrative)
that b*tch want to hate (huh)
now that b*tch, she want to please me (please me, yeah)

- lukrative the man lyrics

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