You know exactly what this is
I know they Talk about it that ain't what they ain't did
My cuz still Trappin out the crib
One thing I know ya gotta get it how ya live
My girl got tattoos on her ribs
In some booty shorts walking through the crib
When she lookin Bad enough to have my kids
All day LES Rolling Spliffs
In the hallway guttin dutches
Rather crack a smile with gold fronts
Might just smoke a blunt right at the hundreds
And after hours we might end up on the Hudson
I brought some niggas from my neighborhood
I see ya looking I don't think ya should
My homie blessed me with a 8th of good
I booked a flight and brought my niggas up to Hollywood
I know whatcha need first thing in the morning
Follow & I'll lead ya all night just keep going
I tell ya I know we could take it places they ain't going
I could tell ya this been on my mind girl you know what I'm going off
Rugby Wild - Avenue Lyrics
Rugby Wild - Avenue Lyrics
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You know exactly what this is
I know they Talk about it that ain't what they ain't did
My cuz still Trappin out the crib
One thing I know ya gotta get it how ya live
My girl got tattoos on her ribs
In some booty shorts walking through the crib
When she lookin Bad enough to have my kids
All day LES Rolling Spliffs
In the hallway guttin dutches
Rather crack a smile with gold fronts
Might just smoke a blunt right at the hundreds
And after hours we might end up on the Hudson
I brought some niggas from my neighborhood
I see ya looking I don't think ya should
My homie blessed me with a 8th of good
I booked a flight and brought my niggas up to Hollywood
I know whatcha need first thing in the morning
Follow & I'll lead ya all night just keep going
I tell ya I know we could take it places they ain't going
I could tell ya this been on my mind girl you know what I'm going off
I know they Talk about it that ain't what they ain't did
My cuz still Trappin out the crib
One thing I know ya gotta get it how ya live
My girl got tattoos on her ribs
In some booty shorts walking through the crib
When she lookin Bad enough to have my kids
All day LES Rolling Spliffs
In the hallway guttin dutches
Rather crack a smile with gold fronts
Might just smoke a blunt right at the hundreds
And after hours we might end up on the Hudson
I brought some niggas from my neighborhood
I see ya looking I don't think ya should
My homie blessed me with a 8th of good
I booked a flight and brought my niggas up to Hollywood
I know whatcha need first thing in the morning
Follow & I'll lead ya all night just keep going
I tell ya I know we could take it places they ain't going
I could tell ya this been on my mind girl you know what I'm going off
Writer: Bryan Mccobb
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