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i really - quezz ruthless lyrics

[intro:]
double r produced it
uh
yuh (i’m just talkin’ my sh*t right now on god)
hah (i’m just talkin’ my sh*t)
nah for real (yuh)

[chorus:]
i don’t really pay attention to b*tches, cause i don’t really got the time (b*tch, i don’t got the time)
i’mma line up my whole [?] you won’t get another reply (nope, on god)
i got this sh*t on from my head to toe, i’m so fresh, i should hang with the pilots ([?] on the flight)
these n*gga’s b*tch, i done got into fashion, i don’t need no motherf*ckin’ stylist (nah)
b*tch on this sh*t i can’t hide it, you can catch me outside in the war [?] i be vibin (i’m vibin’)
don’t get it twisted, these young n*ggas vicious, don’t [?] before it get violent (it get violent)
you want smokе, let me know that in private (hah)
don’t go tеllin’ n0body about it (cuh)
you might die in the [?] (on god)

[verse:]
young n*gga, weigh bout 100 or some lbs, but i stand like [?] power (power)
n*gga’s knowin’ i’m dead with this rappin’ sh*t, but they too p*ssy to give me my flowers (to give me my flowers)
went to go talk to him, when i’m around n*gga’s cry cause they really be cowards (they cowards)
everyday, boy, i got a drip check, know that i put this sh*t on by the thousand (by the thousand)

[interlude:]
uh, put the sh*t on by the thousand (put this sh*t on by the thousand)
n*gga on god i put this sh*t on (put this sh*t on by the thousand)
i really got this sh*t on (put this sh*t on by the thousand)
put this sh*t on, go right out the door (put this sh*t on by the thousand)
[verse:]
d*mn, i really gotta take sh*t back, cause these n*ggas really don’t remember that we be the youngins’ ridin’ ’round in an all*black scat
[?] (blue and black)
everytime a n*gga pulled up in the hood and start shootin on the gang, we done sent shots back (we shootin’ back)
all this lyin, n0body ain’t died, you need to get yo lil shootin in check (he a b*tch)
catch an opp, then we makin’ him miss (on god)
[?] (we ‘gon sprawl)
better pray or you defenitely playin’ quits (k!ll ’em all)
send the hit while i’m layin in my bed
got a special request, only hit em in the head
n*ggas broke and they ain’t havin’ no bread
so they really play with they life [?]

[chorus:]
i don’t really pay attention to b*tches, cause i don’t really got the time (b*tch, i don’t got the time)
i’mma line up my whole [?] you won’t get another reply (nope, on god)
i got this sh*t on from my head to toe, i’m so fresh, i should hang with the pilots ([?] on the flight)
these n*gga’s b*tch, i done got into fashion, i don’t need no motherf*ckin’ stylist (nah)
b*tch on this sh*t i can’t hide it, you can catch me outside in the war [?] i be vibin (i can’t hide it, outside, i’m vibin’)
don’t get it twisted, these young n*ggas vicious, don’t [?] before it get violent (it get violent)
you want smoke, let me know that in private (hah)
don’t go tellin’ n0body about it (cuh)
you might die in the [?] (on god)

- quezz ruthless lyrics

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