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stash house - rooga lyrics

[intro]
square made it happen
l. abner, this sh*t so m*th*f*ckin’ crazy

[verse]
took a million out the safe just cause i could, n*gga
b*tch i’m real motivation for the hood, n*gga
why it look like i’d stretch sum? cause i would, n*gga
foenem, they’ll strecth sum for me, as they should, n*gga
it’ll be all types of shootouts if we come in contact
she said she don’t like my life
well b*tch, get out my contacts
foenem took his pipe, got him asking for his gun back
and i keep a shooter with me that’s sharper than a thumbtack
b*tch i’m cool with gettin’ head, i ain’t tryna cuddle
i might bust all on her face and tell a lie like i lovе you
i’m a 6 block trench baby, i come from the strugglе
and we came with number of fully autos, we ain’t tryna tussle
we be flippin’ blocks and runnin’ lights
put a switch up on that glock
i hit it once, it shootin’ twice
oh, you one of them type of rappers that be hiding all your ice
only time i have my ice if when a b*tch spend the night
cause i don’t trust these hoes
miami cuban links, that sh*t cost your salary
that sh*t so heavy, when i wear it
i be burnin’ calories
that ain’t no real drink, f*ck you tryna sell to me?
you and your homeboys f*ck around and catch a sh*ll a piece
ran it up without a deal, i did it independent
took a 100k, put 30 on a pendant
the rest i got to k!ll you if i tell you how i spent it
call me mr. pink slip cause ain’t none of these cars rented
freak b*tch, she said she want to f*ck to some gangsta sh*t
i don’t like them p*ssy hoes, i like a gangsta b*tch
i love the game like i’m mitch, but i won’t go like mitch
cause n*ggas out here dyin’ broke, i rather go out rich
they want me to crash out
i know the bank be mad i’m takin’ all this cash out
i just bought a whole estate for the stash house
and i ain’t even mention i got another stash house
aye
b*tches lyin’ on they p*ssy sayin’ they f*cked me
i got certain standards, it’s a privelege just to touch me
i be f*ckin’ this b*tch, she told him that we cousins
when whole time i’m dunkin’ all in that p*ssy like i’m cousins
aye, i can’t trust that n*gga, he look like he might wear a wire
pull that drac’ out the trench like i’m omar off the wire
you can lose your life quicker than you can lose a lighter
he ain’t have a show, but we put him on a flyer
i ain’t tryin’ to laugh right now, you can’t joke with me
i put three*fives in my wood, you can’t smoke with me
i don’t need no b*tch that think that she controllin’ me
you took that b*tch overseas, i took her overeast
hopped in the shower with my bl!ck cause i don’t trust sh*t
i want all the smoke, i get active, i don’t duck sh*t
who these n*ggas in here, i’m like, “f*ck it”
b*tch, i’m clutchin’
and who these b*tches in here, which one of them f*ckin’?
my n*ggas they switched up, but they ain’t change on me
n*gga, you will die reachin’ for this chain on me
run him down close range, i might get a stain on me
i might get a stain on me, i might get his brains on me
bah!

- rooga lyrics

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