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soulful return - ruger j lyrics

[chorus: ruger j]
go light on the curve, b-tch you got some nerve, sipping imma swerve, mixing codeine with a perk, stacks of blues stay coming in from several federal reserves, last entry was dreams now welcome my soulful return

[verse 1: ruger j]
get a mix of ice, then i sip the sprite, she been on my left so imma definitely pitch her right, kissing on her flesh, so i’m gone definitely hit tonight, i been feeling blessed so guaranteed i’m hitting twice, from the blvd i never been concerned with hype, i’m 6’8 in that p-ssy, d-ck so long she love the height, marijuana and orange juice i’m feeling good, in carolina so florence too, i’m dealing wood, n-gg-s faker than wrestling, stunning steve with the guessing, summer-slam 88 ko ko b wares rapid aggression, you should feel like the man when you got these b-tches obsessing , threatening sending texts, talking about they exes, pulling up in that lexus, ruger ruffin the next is, got a thick b-tch from texas, tryna see how that neck is, her p-ssy my breakfast, definitely on the checklist, hold up i had a question, nvm i’m not pressing

[verse 2: $park]
i need everything presidential, trapping out your residential, shawty gave me head and mental, beat that sh-t like instrumental, on the block i bleed the curb,12 came ain’t say a word,shawty got that cat it ain’t got no perm, lil b-tch i’m the plug i feel like big worm, lil n-gg- bullets burn, first i hit then ruger turn, ain’t no handouts gotta earn, b-tch why you call and ain’t confirm,stack your bread up live and learn, this big -ss bag is my concern, can’t hit my blunt b-tch you got germs, she gave me top i missed my turn, i was heading to decatur, i told them catch up i can’t wait up, i’m all in traffic tryna weigh up, i pull that mac you better pay up, all in lenox mall i had 5 racks on escalator, riding with my dogs, take it to the grave from the cradle, ruger gone bust yo potato, we need a cover from the fader, everything we do is major, 7.62s for a hater, i’m bout to cruise to the paper, gone make a move and meet your maker, f-ck them all imma trap it out till i ain’t got no neighbors

- ruger j lyrics

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