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Ru$h Hour (feat. Bonafide Blu) Video (MV)




Performed By: Str8 Bonafide Pill@
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Kevin Pierce




Str8 Bonafide Pill@ - Ru$h Hour (feat. Bonafide Blu) Lyrics




Ain't T.I., but I ride with the top low Everywhere I ride, best believe that's where the glock at
Nigga run up, I leave that brain on the windshield Been trappin' too long, used to put the dope in the stairwell
Wheel trapper, baby, I ain't sold it off Slappin' on her lace wig, gave her a title thong
Y'all stuck at yours, me, I'm stuck at Benji Y'all gettin' mad, cause the money that I'm swimmin' in

Y'all actin' feminine, a pussy man I never could see
And my flow is sick, and I think it needs some medicine
I shine harder than that one dude, Thomas Edison Life up above your head, did you get a clue yet
20 mile fully auto, guarantee the instant kill

Call me DJ D-Red, the way I'm spinnin', doin' drills
Ask about me couple niggas, I done fought up in that field
Ask about me bitches, know how young it, playin' with big steel
Gang catchers, they gon' throw your ass back like good pillz

Heard you workin' with them peoples, heard they givin' good deals
Pull up on you niggas quick, shootin' shots like Jordan Poole
Blood stains hit the streets, my killers howlin' at the moon
Dese niggas sheisty, these bitches savage like baboons

Miltown bitch, slappin' now show yo azz nd act a fool
My life is a gun range, I'm tryna get big money
Why you niggas still gettin' chump change
I'm on the block like every day, and I got products

But I ain't talkin' bout Mary Kay, I'm a hustler like Cassidy
Bones shrinkin' back to back, things keep harassin' me
Now we count racks, niggas know we keep them packed
Purple champagne, watch my rims do the f*ckin

Call that bitch my betty boo, cuz she workin' with that supa head
I don't f*ck with niggas cause they snitchin' like a rat race
Me n beno out here , poundin' pussies like a cat chase
Actin' in the club, we on that planet of the ape shit

Swaggin' so stupid, make these
Swag, swaggin' so stupid, make these hoes wanna rape shit
Never turn down lil' bitch, I'ma stay lit
Keep em' mad, then the bitch keep em' hatin

Broke niggas can't compete, just face it
We gon' keep countin this pap ', we pacin
It's your time, Bonafide
Blue, you knew that

Hey, we on the East with it
We on the West with it
Put your bitch with it
Get to that money, man, y'all need to know Pill@ its yo time it is, man

Look, who that
Hold on, who knocking at the door
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English

Ain't T.I., but I ride with the top low Everywhere I ride, best believe that's where the glock at
Nigga run up, I leave that brain on the windshield Been trappin' too long, used to put the dope in the stairwell
Wheel trapper, baby, I ain't sold it off Slappin' on her lace wig, gave her a title thong
Y'all stuck at yours, me, I'm stuck at Benji Y'all gettin' mad, cause the money that I'm swimmin' in

Y'all actin' feminine, a pussy man I never could see
And my flow is sick, and I think it needs some medicine
I shine harder than that one dude, Thomas Edison Life up above your head, did you get a clue yet
20 mile fully auto, guarantee the instant kill

Call me DJ D-Red, the way I'm spinnin', doin' drills
Ask about me couple niggas, I done fought up in that field
Ask about me bitches, know how young it, playin' with big steel
Gang catchers, they gon' throw your ass back like good pillz

Heard you workin' with them peoples, heard they givin' good deals
Pull up on you niggas quick, shootin' shots like Jordan Poole
Blood stains hit the streets, my killers howlin' at the moon
Dese niggas sheisty, these bitches savage like baboons

Miltown bitch, slappin' now show yo azz nd act a fool
My life is a gun range, I'm tryna get big money
Why you niggas still gettin' chump change
I'm on the block like every day, and I got products

But I ain't talkin' bout Mary Kay, I'm a hustler like Cassidy
Bones shrinkin' back to back, things keep harassin' me
Now we count racks, niggas know we keep them packed
Purple champagne, watch my rims do the f*ckin

Call that bitch my betty boo, cuz she workin' with that supa head
I don't f*ck with niggas cause they snitchin' like a rat race
Me n beno out here , poundin' pussies like a cat chase
Actin' in the club, we on that planet of the ape shit

Swaggin' so stupid, make these
Swag, swaggin' so stupid, make these hoes wanna rape shit
Never turn down lil' bitch, I'ma stay lit
Keep em' mad, then the bitch keep em' hatin

Broke niggas can't compete, just face it
We gon' keep countin this pap ', we pacin
It's your time, Bonafide
Blue, you knew that

Hey, we on the East with it
We on the West with it
Put your bitch with it
Get to that money, man, y'all need to know Pill@ its yo time it is, man

Look, who that
Hold on, who knocking at the door
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Writer: Kevin Pierce
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