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lirik lagu ruthless – lil tjay

[intro: lil tjay]
no, no
lil tjay, yeah
yo, yo, yo
rellymade
two, three bands and you thinking sh-t sweet, little n-gg-
i ain’t never gon’…

[pre-chorus: lil tjay]
two, three bands and you thinking sh-t sweet, little n-gg-
i ain’t never gon’ extend my hand
if we two deep verse your whole block deep
swear to god, i ain’t never gon’ fail my man
money gon’ come like the money gon’ go
all these fake n-gg-s started getting too close
so i stay with my guys that been by my side
’cause i know they gon’ ride ’til the car can’t drive

[chorus: lil tjay]
new drip, had to pick up some sauce
new kicks, i don’t care what it cost
ruthless, i don’t care who lost
stupid, i done turned to a boss
and i know they don’t wanna see the young boy win
they don’t wanna see the young boy win
they don’t wanna see a young boy win
they don’t wanna see a young boy win

[verse 1: lil tjay]
where i come from there’s a whole lot of gang sh-t
as a youngin i just wanted to be famous
hopped in the booth to your screen, now we made it
other day i was recording in the bas-m-nt
now i pull up to a show in a sp-ceship
how you screamin’, “day one,” doin’ fake sh-t?
nowadays bad b-tches wanna taste it
pull up on the s, show love, that be gang sh-t
and if they let me in the game, i’ma change it
ain’t a lot of n-gg-s say ever basic
pop it, i’ma stain, balmains and some bape sh-t
n-gg-s see me, they ain’t never gon’ say sh-t
bustdown, ain’t never gon’ take this
money i got, lil’ n-gg-, can’t make this
countin’ blue strips, broke n-gg-s gon’ hate this
mama so proud, i’ma take her on vacation
i be goin’ hard, remember used to starve
remember selling nicks right on the boulevard
going downtown, tryna steal a n-gg- car
and if i call tut he’ll pull a n-gg- card
i don’t play the field no more without a hammer
brodie on the news, whole face on the camera
free all my day one n-gg-s out the slammer
opp n-gg- told, black and white, he a panda
got me finna run up in his crib like i’m santa
all of this designer got me broads in atlanta
honestly, i ain’t playin’ games no more
and they been on my d-ck ’til my thing feel sore
b-tch said i’m trash, shorty, change your drawers
i ain’t worried ’bout you, i ain’t worried ’bout me
i’ma still pop out with a fresh white tee
with some retro j’s and some fresh nikes

[verse 2: jay critch]
check up, they don’t wan’ see me win
flex up, i’ma jump out the gym
new water, watch that young boy swim
i got it the harder way like i’m tim
in that maybach, you can’t see through the tint
i ride foreign but bro in a stolie
had to make me some plays on my dolie
think i made it, these b-tches all on me
no, this is not a chain, this a trophy (hey)
boss up, he a baby like jody
used to go hit a stain for the oz’s
when i put on the ice, it be odee
i’m talking money, put that cash on a threeway
doin’ the dash on a freeway
i knew i would get it, they didn’t believe me
baby, i make it look easy
your b-tch keep callin’ and sayin’ she need me
i know she see me with tjay
i’m sippin’ fours of that drank, movin’ slow-mo
but my whip do the speed race
she wanna link up a ho, that’s a no-go
i been stackin’ my cheesecake
yeah, i get to the racks and i’m above the rim
collecting the bag and i do it again

[outro: lil tjay]
no, no
gang, gang
yeah
they don’t wanna see the young boy win
no, no
yeah, yeah
gang, gang, gang, gang

- lil tjay

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