Real Rude (feat. RBG Baby Rell)
Vinny Bands
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(Lavish life) (Lavish life) Yeah (Lavish life) Young lavish life Yeah When I get a feeling i gotta listen to my gut She tried to post me in my house so ima f*ck her in the truck Niggas never scrapped in life but they'll swear to god they tuff We know that ain't the real you, You just a man who do stunts You a stunt man a cig butthead Don't never touch bands That stuff in that get you up bands I hit my one dance You dissing me oh you dumb man Bitch we'll bump heads That's crazy when it's war you gotta go and ball yo one mans That's soft shit I lay shit down I don't just talk shit Off shit give em a chance the run then hawk shit Boss shit watching over the bity on some loft Boolin with the mafia we deeper then some crawl fish Saucy nigga but f*ck up this fashion then I'm offing niggas They ain't ride but they said they want so I'm off them niggas Bossy nigga sippin on some henny and I'm off a jigga Niggas conversation broke I'm Bands i don't talk to niggas Crack you in yo shit for talking Brazy i don't walk from niggas How you think I sent a sneak diss yo way I never thought of niggas Payed his ass to go and get the woods I just bought a nigga We ain't finna come and pick you up you wasn't walking with us Louis Gucci I love it I like to mix it up Riding through the trenches in a foreign picking benjis up A nigga pull my strings ima spazz this a different bus You had a mag when Lil P hopped on yo ass and you didn't buss (Yeah) Lavish rude boy (Gang) (Gang) (Gang) Squad Let me tell you bout this glock My finger keep going and it don't plan to stop The trap getting cold bouta make that thang hot A nigga act smart Put his brains on the block, ughh Wait why you niggas didn't shoot me My niggas bouta slide we ain't playing Call of duty That boy be switching sides he don't know what he doing I'm bouta start clapping so you know Ian booing , Un Gun sound gun sounds fucking up yo sub rounds I done hit his Bitch last night she got good mouth If you need some work come and shop we got good pounds Ain't no Lil Jon in this bitch Put yo hood down Bitch I'm from Seven Mile Throwing up a better pile Remember that nigga Don't be scared he off tether now Thinking that you fly But you down like a feather now And my niggas got full clips put yo weapons down Sick with the flow I just hope it get better now Think you from the hood quit playing you from eleven mile Add up that dope I can show you how to measure now And I'm with Bands and you know he bought the Wessen out
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