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rancho cucamonga - rlsg bsmith lyrics

[intro]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
(his name’s pablo)

[verse 1: rlsg bsmith]
i love poppin’ percs, they make me feel good
yeah, i got a little money now, but i’m still hood
i be ridin’ around with my .40, i wish a n*gga would
i am not the n*gga to play with, let’s get that understood

[verse 2: 10kkev]
i just sparked a ‘wood but it ain’t goin’ in rotation
i’ve been on the jugg page all day, copy and pastin’
post seventy*five new pics and the clio get to comin’
musty*ass n*gga smellin’ just like some onions

[verse 3: kasher quon]
nasty*ass n*gga pour hot sauce on my funyuns
glock with a drum hold fifty, i’ll get to dumpin’
my lil’ cousin got a peanut head, i’m finna get to thumpin’
why the f*ck you go the mall? you ain’t gettin’ nothin’

[verse 4: rlsg bsmith]
i be at the pharmacy, tryna bust scripts
i lovе dog baby mama head, she got the bеst lips
n*ggas never left out of michigan, they don’t take trips
i’m rich as h*ll, you broke as h*ll, you work day shifts
[verse 5: 10kkev]
i just got another three pint through tsa
he asked for free sauce, i gave his ass sweet baby ray
boy, i ball in real life, this not the nba
[?] that n*gga in the face, i learned that sh*t from watchin’ mma

[verse 6: kasher quon]
i told that b*tch i need my money, i ain’t finna play
and no disrespect to god, but i ain’t finna pray
’cause if you goin’ through somethin’, prayin’ ain’t gon’ make that sh*t better
my b*tch said, “i like the way you f*ck me, you get my sh*t wetter”

[verse 7: rlsg bsmith]
i just popped a perc*30, i’m high, like i got on two sweaters
a n*gga could never get down on me ’cause i won’t let him
my cousin broke*ass mad as h*ll ’cause i won’t help him
my mama brought me some [?] for my birthday and know i feel special

[verse 8: 10kkev]
n*gga pulled a quarter out his pocket, i need a lot more
i was tryna get a zip or two, maybe three or four
rappin’ fire, g*19, how you gon’ get low?
wasted a deuce and poured that sh*t on my french toast

[verse 9: kasher quon]
when i send these bullets at your ass, you better get low
i don’t want the b*tch if she ain’t let me use her info
i only smoke backwoods, don’t want no fronto
n*ggas lookin’ for me, i’m out in rancho cucamonga

- rlsg bsmith lyrics

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