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r0ster (run up on me remix) - ricey and db king lyrics

[intro: db king]
yeah

*clears throat*

yeah

raregnarlyboys

you heard

yeah

aye!

f*ck!

aye!

yuh!

[chorus: ricey and db king]
yeah
what you wanna do? (aye!)
take out my gun and i’ll swear i will shoot at you (f*ck!)
came in the drive by i promise i’ll catch you (raregnarlyboys!)
dont need police bro i swear i’ll arrest you (f*ck!)
im sorry bro god will not bless you (aye!)
you paid for a girl to molest you (f*ck!)

[verse 1: db king]
p*ssy ass boy wanna fight?
lets run it (f*ck!)
stab his f*cking chest make him bleed
stop runnin (f*cking p*ssy!)
comming for your children and your family (aye!)
they worth nothing
pull up to your crip (f*ck!)
alll blood in this b*tch
shoot you down, laying dead (aye!)
resting in f*cking p*ss (f*ck!)
f*cked on your momma
ain’t no hit or miss (aye!)
p*ssy wanna fight? punch him in his f*cking sh*t (f*ck!, aye!)
get off my f*cking d*ck lil b*tch (f*ck!)

[verse 2: ricey]
ey, yuh whats that? (yeah!)
run up on them and they’ll shoot from the back (f*ck!)
thats why i always got hands on my strap (aye!) in my bag and i know that they never gon lack (murk!)
talk about money, lets go band for band (f*ck!)
opps on my case, but they can’t pay the rent (f*ck!)
speak on my name
and just know i’ll search and i’ll find you, i swear im gon increase the lenght (raregnarlyboys!)
known as your fan, you ain’t my lil rockstar (yeah!)
my lil rockstar, you ain’t no popstar (gnarly boys!)
while you faking a concert, im making a roster (aye!)
and im counting my bands, whil im riding my choppa (yuh!)
yuh
ain’t you tired of lying? (f*ck!)
she broke up with you, now you come at me crying (yeah!)
she buying my sh*t, while i look at you spying (my sh*t!)
and just stand in one spot like a good boy admiring
d*mn

[chorus: ricey and db king]
yeah
what you wanna do? (f*ck!)
take out my gun (aye!) and i’ll swear i will shoot at you
came in the drive by (raregnarlyboys!) i promise i’ll catch you (f*ck!)
dont need police bro i swear i’ll arrest you (gnarly boys!)
im sorry bro god will not bless you
you paid for a girl to molest you (f*ck!)
why you calling your girl? she won’t fetch you (yuh!)
you be selling so much they’ll just bench you (f*ck!)

- ricey and db king lyrics

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