DDG - Rucci (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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DDG - Rucci (en) Lyrics
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Yeah, big bank Ruccis on the
dashboard, scratch that
Shorty got good handles on
the ball like a halfback
Made a million dollars off a
screen, I don't sell crack
But I'll still make it do a cartwheel
Take one brick, make it three
and put the fin in
Lil' cuh made world news, he on CNN
Five bodies, one day,
made him a general
Snitch shit, ho shit, we don't
even get into them
Made a hunnid off of show biz,
fifty off of a ho biz
I'll put your ass on a Tee
like I know Grizz'
'Member I slapped you out in third
grade, boy you been ho
I been up since sixteen,
boy, you been broke
Baccarat and runts make it
hard to keep the hoes off
Six in a liter make the
whole gang dose off
Soft-top Wranglеr ridin' 'round
with the doors off
White bitch finna snort
her wholе nose off
I'm in Candyman pop, sparkles
in the paint
This the Candyman drop,
chains like a slave
This the Candyland guap, shirt say
Balen-len and so do my socks
Rich Homie Quan nigga still going
in and I ain't ever gon' stop
Whiped the dick, I nutted on her
lashes, she ain't see it comin'
Bape ape, when it come to beef,
you don't see me runnin'
Flyin' through the streets, doing
donuts in the Culinan
Bad Spanish bitch, she on my
balls, she gon' juggle them
Niggas too flaw and they wonder
why I don't fuck with them
Made it to the top so I gotta
bring my brethren
Rap shit gravy with the drip,
I'ma smother them
Showed up with VVs, and
I left a puddle there
Fuckin' on Nini, and I
left my cutter there
Snatch a bitch wig when
I hit it from the back
Maybach Benz, I ain't pushin' no 'lac
Hellcat, Durango, we don't
fuck with no Scats
Took the Rolls Royce Wraith and
I put it on flats (Yeah, yeah)
These are all facts, not fictional
In her mouth, I explode
like a missile do
Niggas snake, they be faker
than mystical braids
In the trenches, in the yak,
I be missin' them days
Niggas turned they back on
me, I was broke as fuck
Now when they see me, they be
askin' "Can I hold a buck?"
Ain't nothing to hit the nearest
corner and hold a cup
We just hit the opps and spinned the
block and they know it was us
Yeah, stop the capping
you know what's up
I be in the city with a stick
and for sure it's tucked
Moncler moose knuckles,
nobody cold as us
I done seen rich niggas
go from gold to dust
He a snitch nigga, that
what was told to us
Kill a bitch nigga over
what's owed to us
Louis Damier on me
I'm in newport right now,
ain't got a square on me
Rocking Yeezy season two
with the tear on it
Diamonds bright, lightshow
like a fair on me
Fifty thousand dollars for
a mink, it's a bear on me
Rollie like a G6 Tire,
it's a spare on me
SOS (Woo, woo), Ric Flair on em'
Silence on the tip (Pew,
pew), went there on em'
Poppin' all these percocets,
I can't feel shit
Go to jail, she stayed down,
that's a real bitch
Won't ever give my heart to a thot ho
You know I got the juice
like a pot roast
I'm forever for the streets
like a pothole
Mike Amiri jeans with the thigh pads
I'm connected to the hood like an iPad
Big bank Ruccis on the dashboard,
scratch that
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