Are You Fr
Wah gwan Rudeboy
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I just been on the road
I been fucking these hoes
I been counting it up
I been getting this dough
I'm like do you still fuck with me
Why you acting like you gotta lie
It's one long road you can live or die
Imma hop in that whip and I make that shit fly
I got the pedal on the metal til I die
Uh
I'm on my way to the sky but I'm stuck on a highway to hell
Me my bitch a glock and a scale
Too much dope I can't even smell
Like who in the whip can't even tell
Like who is yo bitch can't even tell
She all in my phone looking like a L
He mad about a bitch shit oh well
I don't give a fuck he can catch a shell
We toting them stick's like the cartel
Getting em' gone hide em' like a vail
Okay you say that you real well it's one way to tell
You talk like you about you won't even there
That glock put a nigga right in the air
Wock all in my cup lil bitch I don't even care
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Are you fr
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Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
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Are you fr
Fr
Like fr
Fr
Are you fr
Fr
Aye fr
Are you fr
Are you fr
Fr
Fr
Are you fr
Are you fr
Fr
Fr
Are you fr
I just been on the road
I been fucking these hoes
I been counting it up
I been getting this dough
I'm like do you still fuck with me
Why you acting like you gotta lie
It's one long road you can live or die
Imma hop in that whip and I make that shit fly
I got the pedal on the metal til I die
Uh
I'm on my way to the sky but I'm stuck on a highway to hell
Me my bitch a glock and a scale
Too much dope I can't even smell
Like who in the whip can't even tell
Like who is yo bitch can't even tell
She all in my phone looking like a L
He mad about a bitch shit oh well
I don't give a fuck he can catch a shell
We toting them stick's like the cartel
Getting em' gone hide em' like a vail
Okay you say that you real well it's one way to tell
You talk like you about you won't even there
That glock put a nigga right in the air
Wock all in my cup lil bitch I don't even care
Fr
Are you fr
Fr
Like fr
Fr
Are you fr
Fr
Aye fr
Fr
Are you fr
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Are you fr
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Rudeboy
Rudeboy
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Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
Rudeboy
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Writer(s): Teryike Peters
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