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renni rucci - f.t.l.o.t.m. lyrics
[intro: renni rucci]
uh
[verse 1: renni rucci]
in the drop, bags in the back
t-tties out and i’m ridin’ to some kodak black
hit phipps, blowin’ through the racks
ain’t worried ’bout sh-t ’cause i’m ’bout to get it back
i’m a hightown b-tch, i got street cred
yellow b-tch and i’m thick, cornbread
-ss pokin’ out this dress, i look cornfed
b-tches tryna copy me just like a bootleg
hold up, f-ck up out my face with your face -ss
synthetic wig wearing no lace -ss
d-ck suckin’ b-tch need some kneepads
spillin’ tea and she ain’t even got no teabags
south carolina in this b-tch, ho
-ss bouncin’ in these jeans like the six-four
bust down, you can tell how my wrist glow
diamonds dancing in the face, disco
[chorus: marlo]
for the love of the money, i ain’t goin’ broke
i need a real b-tch to be with me and sell this dope
we get pulled over by 12, she gon’ never fold
big bags filled with cash, teach you ’bout the g code
fine -ss renni rucci, brother named rico
servin’ everybody in the street, he in beast mode
f-ckin’ on everybody b-tch, he in cheat mode
gave my b-tch a hundred racks and told the b-tch to be gone
[verse 1: renni rucci]
renni rucci on fire, on some kelly sh-t
gutter b-tch like keshia, on some belly sh-t
all eyes on me, makaveli sh-t
neck pain ’cause my chain on some heavy sh-t
offset my rims like the migos
we drink patrón, you drink t-tos
he ball on me just like d-rose
’cause this p-ssy fat just like cee-lo
cross on my chest, b-tch, i feel blessed
from the met, wolfpack be the set
on my name, better sprinkle some respect
put some money on your head, shooters on deck
i gotta move like this ’cause i’m a paid b-tch
you gon’ need some goggles for this wave, b-tch
big chain like i bought it off a slave ship
king kong, big renni goin’ apesh-t
[chorus: marlo]
for the love of the money, i ain’t goin’ broke
i need a real b-tch to be with me and sell this dope
we get pulled over by 12, she gon’ never fold
big bags filled with cash, teach you ’bout the g code
fine -ss renni rucci, brother named rico
servin’ everybody in the street, he in beast mode
f-ckin’ on everybody b-tch, he in cheat mode
gave my b-tch a hundred racks and told the b-tch to be gone
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