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ruthless - p.t lyrics

b*tch, i’m ruthless
strippin’ n*ggas naked on the block, now he shoeless
tryna push up on me like a n*gga, ain’t gon’ shoot this
pillow talkin’ to them hoes, he got loose lips ayy

don’t slip again, no
if the whip ain’t got no tints i ain’t gettin’ in
main b*tch cheatin’, so i turn into a pimp again
stick on my hip, cause my pockets, it ain’t fittin’ in
i got k!llers, all you got is shooters
nina on me
call that b*tch domestic violence, she abusive
keep a pound blow it in a wood, that sh*t be therapeutic
she keep runnin’ from the d*ck, but i ain’t tryna hear excuses
bad b*tch, she a thief, she be really boostin
i ain’t f*ckin’ with you n*ggas, i be really boolin
sl!ck talk when i spit, like a n*gga droolin
snakе n*gga on the block, who you think you foolin’
n*ggas talkin’ bout they jammin’ with the pro mag
boy, you nеver ever shot a pole and you know that
same gun in every video, we call that sh*t a throwback
better have it on you when they catch you or it’s toe tag
really, i ain’t do it, but i’m rollin’ up this st**zy pack
and i’ma keep on smokin’ till they told me they brought st**zy back
i’m climbin’ to the top and n*ggas know that’s where the leeches at
thick b*tch in georgia, yeah, you know that’s where the peaches at
only time he did a drill or ever pop sh*t is all up in his raps
told lil brody, it’s a plot twist, i hit his b*tch
she gave a n*gga top and we did not kiss
suckers try to get me, i thank god that them shots missed
stone cold, no steve austin, but i rock sh*t
free my n*gga nico, he went down for tryna pop sh*t
rats in these streets, keep it solid, they do not mix
n*ggas started tellin’, but we knew they was on cop sh*t
it ain’t sh*t for me to c*ck and let that semi work
lil’ hoe want a lil’ d*ck, i told her, give me purse
i’ma cut her off because she always put her feelings first
keep on playin’ with me, i’ma leave her with her feelings hurt
my n*ggas died in these streets, rip them n*ggas
so if them suckers say it’s funk, i believe them n*ggas
i’ll shoot my brother if that boy committin’ treason, n*gga
how you with the suckers? you was down, they wasn’t feedin’ n*ggas
n*ggas wanna try me, i’m on fire, keep a bic with me
she ain’t got no dough, i told her, i ain’t bring no d*ck with me
yeah, the homie switched, i shoulda knew he had some b*tch in him
n*ggas want me dead, i swear to god, i keep a stick with me
f*ck the suckers, i’ma scream it till i die
either i’ma go out shootin’ or i put one in the sky
hatin’ on a n*gga, b*tch, i’m hotter than july
big heater on me, homie, that’ll change a n*gga life
aye
b*tch, i’m ruthless, strippin’ n*ggas naked on the block
now he shoeless, tryna push up on me like a n*gga ain’t gon’ shoot this
pillow talkin’ to them hoes, he got loose lips
aye

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