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big arthur - reggie rude lyrics

(intro)
woah
yeah, uh*huh
uh*huh
woah

(hook)
lot of weight on me, trying to get it off my back
i’m only bout my cheese, i don’t ever talk to rats
see me in the streets, ya don’t even give me dap
only speak my name if you n*ggas talking facts
a lot of hand clapping, style jacking when i rap
as far as arthur ave trying to put that on the map
as far as all these hoes yo they starting to overlap
so when she speak my name man i hope she speaking facts

(verse 1)
i’m from the x my n*gga
i don’t walk up out my crib without a vest my n*gga
i’m a east side stepper, nothing less my n*gga
who you know could drop a player without a tec my n*gga?
wait
i livе in the trenches, momma want mе out
i don’t be wearing a vest for a photo opp
revving up your bikes but the motor out
sticking up a smith is the only time i wheelie pop
(big money)
i might call jax to bring the city out
(soundview)
i might flip a stack, you let your titties out
(how you)
sticking to the cream, n*ggas rather feen
hit you sideways, now you really lean
(hook)
lot of weight on me, trying to get it off my back
im only bout my cheese, i don’t ever talk to rats
see me in the streets ya don’t even give me dap
only speak my name if you n*ggas talking facts
a lot of hand clapping, style jacking when i rap
as far as arthur ave trying to put that on the map
as far as all these hoes yo they starting to overlap
so when she speak my name man i hope she speaking facts

(verse 2)
what’s shaking, what’s popping?
trying to take my chain from me you gotta go to where i copped it
trying to take my style from me, but the god is always watching
you are not that guy buddy, you ain’t really got those options
wait, what’s shaking, what’s flocking?
fordham road, i want all the gold
i’m on a roll, i am on my job, i’m a problem
on my soul, never sell my ass for a profit
but since you talking freaky, baby boy you gon see me
like 2*3, i clip twice i’m gon 3 peat
once i creep creep, guaranteed you won’t pree me
you can’t g me, i’m double r i dont z*z
them boys 3 feet, add 3 they gon sleep sleep
them boys beat me? never that i’m all geechee
voodoo in eyes got my soul in ties
laced with ancestors i’m protected by the other side
(hook)
a lot of weight on me, trying to get it off my back
im only bout my cheese, i don’t ever talk to rats
see me in the streets ya don’t even give me dap
only speak my name if you n*ggas talking facts
a lot of hand clapping, style jacking when i rap
as far as arthur ave trying to put that on the map
as far as all these hoes yo they starting to overlap
so when she speak my name man i hope she speaking facts

(outro)
you ain’t gon ride
talking crazy? n*gga you ain’t that guy
you ain’t gon slide
put your mask on n*gga come outside
come outside
put your mask on n*gga come outside
come outside
you ain’t got the*
man you ain’t those guys

- reggie rude lyrics

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