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rublow - blow muzik كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(drum dummie made the beat)

[chorus]
baby, i been trappin’ all day, and i ain’t comin’ inside ’til my money get right
catchin plays ’til i’m tired, i been on the paper trail
if they lookin’ for me, i’ll be in the trenches with a scale catchin’ sales
baby, i been hustlin’ all day with my tooly outside
and, i can’t marry no b_tch, i made that money my bride
f_ck, you good, but, can’t love ya ’cause i’m committed to this paper, i’m a hustler
[verse 1]
ballin’ til da death of i, standin’ on these n_ggas neck and cuttin’ off they air supply
got too many hundreds, got the fifties gettin’ jealous now
trap phone jumpin’, stove runnin’, got a pot like on every eye
n_ggas talkin’ smoke ’til we air ’em out
pull up like delivery, and take ’em out like carry out
and they might just have to hate forever, i might never die
ya bigg blow copped 10 of them thangs
plug threw me six more
they say, “rublow lost it all,” now, he winning again
god forgive me, ’cause i’m sinnin’ again
swore to god that i was done with that b_tch, but, i done hit it again
lot of sharks in this water, but, i’m swimming with slim and birdman
cash money, it’s a army, n_ggas hatin’ hard, man that sh_t gettin’ annoyin’
if they change they attitude, then, i might employ ’em
front that boy some work and if he run off he’s a goner (blow)

[chorus]
baby, i been trappin’ all night, and i ain’t comin’ inside ’til my money get right
catchin plays ’til i’m tired, i been on the paper trail
if they lookin’ for me, i’ll be in the trenches with a scale catchin’ sales
baby, i been hustlin’ all day with my tooly outside
and, i can’t marry no b_tch, i made that money my bride
f_ck, you good, but, can’t love ya ’cause i’m committed to this paper, i’m a hustler (let’s go)

[verse 2]
rublow escobar, big rublow the don
got the work inside a louis vuitton
with like two or three broads, i came up off of movin’ that rod
a made man mean i do what i want
we got everythin’ from pounds to eight_b_lls
shop always open, no days off
can call me anytime, i’m like jake from state farm
these n_ggas, they be p_ssy, they play hard until i send them k!llers in they yard like stray dogs
she say, “you ain’t never got no time for me”
baby, i’m a hustler, it’s the grind for me
n_ggas plottin’, so, i got to keep that iron with me
she say, “you f_ckin’ other b_tches and you lyin’ to me”
but, she right
think you come before this money? b_tch, please
n_gga playin’ with that work, and we gon’ leave ’em swiss cheese
up and let that sig squeeze, who f_ckin’ wit’ me?
big ‘blow got the streets on lock (cash money n_gga)
[chorus]
baby, i been trappin’ all day, and i ain’t comin’ inside ’til my money get right
catchin plays ’til i’m tired, i been on the paper trail
if they lookin’ for me, i’ll be in the trenches with a scale catchin’ sales
baby, i been hustlin’ all day with my tooly outside
and, i can’t marry no b_tch, i made that money my bride
f_ck, you good, but, can’t love ya ’cause i’m committed to this paper, i’m a hustler

[verse 3]
i keep bad b_tches on me, raf simons on me
lot of bosses in my entourage, and trap n_ggas only
i be ridin’ through da city, keep thay thang on me
make ya b_tch ride d_ck ’til her tank on, “e”
n_ggas hate on me, but, i ain’t worried ’bout nothin’
f&n hold twenty_four, the choppa hold a hundred
my hand on my fire, my mind on them hundreds
addicted to the hustle, goddamit, i love it

[chorus]
baby, i been hustlin’ all day with my tooly outside
and, i can’t marry no b_tch, i made that money my bride
f_ck, you good, but, can’t love ya ’cause i’m committed to this paper, i’m a hustler

- rublow

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