Hell Rell - Love Ruga lyrics

rate me

Nothing moving but the money, nigga

I said nothing moving but my money, nigga

Ruga’s back, let me talk to these niggas

What’s up, real niggas?

Chief Keef, what’s up my young nigga?

This shit hot

Lil Reese I was in the middle of the shot with you, nigga

With them 35’s

Oh, y’all know that’s them 30 round clips, nigga

These niggas love Ruga, streets love Ruga

Hop out with my shooter acting like they knew us

These niggas don’t know us, their bitches can blow us

Pay extra for them keys, yeah, the plug owe us

Hardo on my left hand, beams on my right hand

Yeah, I’m on that nigga shit, put money like a white man

Bentleys and … we don’t fly coaches

Dely get the Raid can, these niggas is roaches

‘Fore I caught with Deepsy I was selling bricks

I ain’t had no baby mamma drumming on no kids

Ask around the town nigga, yeah, I’m a fair shoe

Baby I’m a team player, you go fuck the clique, too

Ok, ok, enough, enough the Chief Keef flow

You a rabbit, get street dough

Why you watching them broke niggas?

Pay attention to me, hoe

Yeah, I’m talking that fly shit, penthouse to high..shit

If you talking ‘bout one of me and my niggas

You die, shit

Off topic, you talk wit, let me chill on ‘em

Let the champagne chill on ‘em

Make a motherfucker another mil on ‘em

Call me Mr. Miyagi, wax on, wax off, nigga

Now you see me, now you don’t, 9-11 Porsche nigga