Lyrics:
millions, thought that I was rich off of one K
Diamonds in my muzzle, gettin' chips like Ruffles
Man I'm all about a hustle, half a mil in the duffel
Heavy
floor
I-i-ill
(When them shells come, you better return 'em)
I-i-ill
Word on the streets is niggas mad, don't ruffle a nigga's feathers
Tell them
Thugga, nigga
Got everything on my own so I'm like fuck a nigga
World wide, cross the county stackin' ruffles nigga
She a good girl but lil mama bad though
nothing 2 dollar skully
Let her use her own rubber, bullshit trojan
Dick too big, nigga I was stuffed in
Bitch I'm David Ruffin and ruffles no stuffing
Thugga, nigga
(yeah) got everything on my own
So I'm like fuck a nigga
Worldwide, 'cross the county
Stackin' Ruffles, nigga
(Paper Route Empire)
She a good
It’s in my body
You don’t have to even tell me
You know it
Theres no doubt in the mind
When theres a ruffle in your feather
You show it
ruffle his hair
Unaware of who else is there
I move quick, I want to try my trick one last time
You know it's possible to vaguely define my outline
you crush my velvet don't you ruffle my feathers neither
I said I'm crazy I'm wild
I said I'm nasty
Say you will for a little while
Say you will
It’s in my body
You don’t have to even tell me
You know it
Theres no doubt in the mind
When theres a ruffle in your feather
You show it
Theres no
ruffle my bite
My bark's so bad you don't want me to bite
It's the way that I be, so
You don't want a piece of me, no
It's the way that I be
TK-yo
she flew
To the south land for his home
Where a two, timin' Jaybird
Met the divine Miss O
I'd like to ruffle his plumage
That Baltimore Oriole
Flew
tryin' to fuck up in the hustle
This twenty gauge'll ripple your ass up like a can a Ruffles
I'm tryin to bubble like Johnson and Johnson
With one in
until your wings desert you
And when you come down, come down on me 'cause you know I will never hurt you
But maybe once or twice I'll ruffle your
Especially with you
Now I wake up early
I ruffle, I lie in wait
All your tragic fiction
I always take the bait
But the margin's gigantic
Am I happy
a flip
Uh, yeah, don't give me no lip
Uh, yeah, I'm liable to trip
Why your bitch tryna fuck for some Ruffles?
Gravy got the cheddar, sour cream,
day, and you can run again
I feel ten again
And all I've gotta do is change my shoes
Ruffle up my hair and wear a pair of 7-2's
And I'll be there
it through the gate and open it for all my berthen
I don't mean to ruffle feathers, niggas talkin', bitches hatin'
Contemplatin' every single move you
to ruffle feathers, niggas talkin', bitches hatin'
Contemplatin' every single move you make and study you
Ready boo, niggas go through Earth and Hell
cannonballs cause a kerfuffle
The ladies they hustle to ruffle my truffle
If you party with the Party Prince
You get two complimentary after-dinner mints
It's the fat mac dope
Like an 8Ball, that's why
People call me that
Some used to call me Mr. Big
But I had to flip
Now they call me Mr. Ruffle
Cuz
Rockin' ocean waves and leisure curls, FILAs, K Swiss with the ruffle socks
Way back then before they knocked down scotts
Before the dope boys started
catch these
Hollywood shuffles by they motherfuckin' ruffles
And rough em up, see, and fuck them tricks
Comin' phony, all them cowards know is blingin'
Ruffles
Boxman, Frito Lay, for that free dough boxin'
You will lay, nigga I'm not playin'
Listen, whether I make cash or take cash
I'm in the hood
as a pea-green suit with ruffles
We fold up chairs in a tussle
Outside we gon' put somethin' harder than muscles
[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! Ore-ore-ore-ore-o
Hey!
Discuss these Ruffle Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In