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pointers - chopmyheadon & ruru lyrics

[intro: ruru]
yeah, hah, hah, hah [inaudible barking]
b*tch i still get bread, b*tch i [???]

[verse 1: ruru]
i just be givin’ out pointers b*tch, i’ma do this sh*t for the kid
every time i step out the house, they be like “ayo, who that kid?”
b*tch, i’ma hold it down, in the whip i’ma spin around
and every time i pull up b*tch, they be like “ayo, who that kid?”
i’m just gon’ chill wit’ ya’ b*tch, [???], yeah, yeah
[???] down b*tch, makin’ me look like a g*nius, ah
she go down, the way she go on my p*n*s, ah
this the b*tch that you wish for when you go and ask for the genie, hah
[???] in my jeans, it be nitrous oxide, jeans
and i feel like ye, with the way i feel like god today

[bridge: ruru]
c’mon bruh, you can do better than this
yo, let’s not talk about you, all you do is f*ckin’ lose
and you gon’ stay in bed, you gon’ hit the f*ckin’ snooze

[verse 2: chopmyheadon and ruru]
(yuh)
here, lemme help you here’s some pointers on how to get money and how to get stacks
just steal the cash from the bank and then you will have money as simple as that
hoe wanna rock with me, she get on top of me, jaw to the floor when i see that b*tch gyatt
i need that money yeah where is it at, all of these bullets yeah they go (blatt)
shoot yo’ f*ckin’ face off, sawed off shotgun, you’re done, i’m gon make you look like a demogorgon
yo’ song have me snorin’, yo’ music is borin’
get the f*ck out my house, ‘causse you always be ignorin’
[verse 3: chopmyheadon]
i don’t really give a f*ck about ya’, lemme give you some pointers on how to ride that meat (yeah)
i don’t really give a f*ck, b*tch, can’t be defeated
tryna’ talk, you get deleted
i don’t really give a f*ck about ya’, i’m tryna’ f*ckin’ talk, i’ll get that sh*t out ya’
oo*woah*ho, wanna talk that sh*t let’s go, you don’t ever wanna step up with me in the ring, bro
like i’m f*ckin’ ksi, except my music’s good, tryna’ talk lil’ buddy, you won’t survive one day in the hood
even though i grew up in the suburbs, i’m still talkin’ sh*t like i’m a f*ckin gangster

[ending: chopmyheadon]
(i don’t really give a f*ck about ya’, lemme give you some pointers on how to ride that meat)
(i don’t really give a f*ck, b*tch, can’t be defeated)
(tryna’ talk, you get deleted)
(i don’t really give a f*ck about ya’, i’m tryna’ f*ckin’ talk, i’ll get that sh*t out ya’)
(oo*woah*ho, wanna talk that sh*t let’s go, you don’t ever wanna step up with me in the ring)

- chopmyheadon ruru lyrics

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