Rah Digga - Do The Ladies Run This Lyrics |
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Lyrics: 1 ¨c [rah digga] Do the ladies run this motherf***er? (hell yeah!) Do the ladies run this motherf***er? (hell yeah!) Put it down for the bi***es all across the map All the real live bi***es all across the map Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead [sonya blade] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo I'm on the roll like butter Flow gutter, f*** what a bi*** going through Do or die is what you gon' do I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed With my skills stay on your toes like high heels And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes See me in the tube in the views to interludes Never see me in the nude, blade gon' bend the rules Lock the street coming through with more rocks than pete I'm into jewels I will not repeat Y'all obsolete, sonya blade y'all It's murder when they drop the beat I spit it once I'm hungry spit at lunch One take, I hate boxes so I don't punch I got a hunch, y'all figure Y'all gon stop my figgas Get on some rah-rah with eve and rah digga But these my niggas so please my niggas Stop the blade from where you don't know nann nigga Repeat 1 [eve] Yo, yo now why y'all wanna make me get raw This bi*** gon split ya, get tha picture Call yourselves emcees, titles don't even fit ya How they gonna stop us digga? Try-na shine, the rest of them bi***es Is past tense and out of time Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered When real bi***es get to rockin', heads knockin' All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin' All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, I'm eyein' the crib E-v-e spell it out when you speak about her The only one out the bunch to hate The rest gon crowd around her Majority rules, it's our time, back the f*** up Cause the sh** you sayin' out your mouth Make me crack the f*** up Laugh hard cause we pass y'all so dash broad Lay my sh** by myself in the booth While y'all need flash cards Repeat 1 [rah digga] Yeah, check it out now Like that y'all Watch me sink three points Smash your whole lp with just my lead joint It's the rhyme super bi*** gon' stay forever wildin' Smooth with the pen, shakespeare, edgar allen Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot sh** Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic Smash your clique in Y'all niggas only heard tidbits I put that on gabana every rhyme I done spitted One-two, one-two Your whole crew I dismantle Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals With drogues to spark wait for shows to start My put my niggas down if they know their parts Caramel give 'em hell from bricks to anadel Rappers try-na compete get ate like samuel By a sister who twist a few l's rip it dually The song say it ain't my fault like mystikal Repeat 1 (2x) More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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