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you can never match me ! - ruzlxn lyrics

[intro]
my father suggest we make away to sweden
uh, yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this f*ckin’ left
these stupid motherf*ckers sayin’ sh*t, i put them to the test
i round my boys, i straight my vest, my middle finger to the rest
ruzzy ’bout to talk his f*ckin’ sh*t, i speak it with my chest
[chorus]
tell that p*ssy*boy, “get up out my face”
motherf*ckers out here running like a motherf*cking race
you can never ever match me, motherf*ckers ain’t pass me
anarchof*ckhead, b*tch, i am great like gatsby
you be in the backseat, b*tch, i’m in the front
gas in my blunt, yeah, the sh*t white, runtz
smoking my problems away for my lunch
smoking my opps all away, it’s a hunch

[verse 2]
b*tch, i really pack heat, put ’em in the trunk
i be runnin’ like a track meet, b*tch, i get these funds
better call a f*ckin’ taxi, p*ssy boy wearin’ maxis
everybody lookin’ basic, comin’ outta the factory
remember that back in the days, i was stacking, then k’s
motherf*ckers with me back then ain’t here today
i’m tired of feeding these f*ckers, no good lil’ suckas
who still ain’t gon’ buck up today?
climbing my way, i be paving and starvin’
these motherf*ckers must have really forgotten
like, who the f*ck put ’em on? you ain’t the best
and i know you don’t wanna hear it, you pressed
man, f*ck everybody and f*ck all the rest
my choppa on me, and it’s f*ckin’ suppressed
man, nothing you do leaves me really impressed
man, i do this sh*t ’cause i’m truely obsessed
[verse 3]
yeah, yeah
actin’ like you know any better, you motherf*ckers ain’t better
b*tch, i’ma really go and get it, got a f*ckin’ vendetta
keep a tool on my dresser, a motherf*ckin’ beretta
to take the name to shame, motherf*ckers they hate me
you ain’t me, face that fact, you really been getting lazy
and i’m still getting racks, you never could really change me
man, f*ck that mold they put me in since a baby
all bark, no bite

[chorus]
tell that p*ssy boy, “get up out my face”
motherf*ckers out here running like a motherf*cking race
you can never ever match me, motherf*ckers ain’t pass me
anarchof*ckhead, b*tch, i am great like gatsby
you be in the backseat, b*tch, i’m in the front
gas in my blunt, yeah, the sh*t white runtz
smoking my problems away for my lunch
smoking my opps all away, it’s a hunch

[outro]
okay, like, no respect, count my cheque, hit them with this f*ckin’ left
these stupid motherf*ckers sayin’ sh*t, i put them to the test
i round my boys, i straight my vest, my middle finger to the rest
ruzzy ’bout to talk his f*ckin’ sh*t, i speak it with my chest

- ruzlxn lyrics

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