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La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da
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Catch a boy, AK, rockin' out with a switchblade
Little mama got the french braid
She make me some lemonade
That's some good shit
I look good paid
We sound hood rich
I'm just trynna get laid
So what's good, bitch
I just walk up in the club
And get it jumpin like a pogo stick
You scrubs ain't nothing but a can of worms
Don't make me open it
I'm just go and take your top off
Ridin' with the top off
Andy Kapps spit hot sauce
Knock the bitch's socks off
Probably shouldn't have went and got me started
Now I pull up to the party park it
Got everybody jumpin', we get it sparkin'
Peep me shinin', comin' from the darkness with no chain on
Shinin' from the light within, so stay strong
Damn
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
All of you killers and hustla's
Untouchable like some vice grips
Money flowin' cause um, I'm him
Watch your tone cause my pipes cringe
Like haters off of that Vicodin
I'm a superhero with lightnin'
Get your mind right or I'll enlighten it
I will win the fight without fightin' them
With a smile on, yellin' bye friend
All my friends carry monkey nuts
On the bottom wit' red lights on top of them
If you try to run, they got optic scopes
With the night vision on silence
It get violent, like Violet
I'm Willy Wonka, don't try shit
Or you'll end up facin' bye bye bitch
Like Sabrina yellin' out Byron
Bad bitches my type with gin
Goin' down they throat like a slid n' slip
If they my type, I let wifey pick
Cause she don't f*ck with hoes with no time to spend
Boss up or get in line again
Cause you gotta come with your mind fixed
And the body like you work out in gyms
I'm a boss nigga doin' boss shit
Ba-da-da-da ba-da-da-da-da
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
All of you killers and hustla's
Andy Kapps - Ruckus (feat. Sonny Brix & ESR Candyman) Lyrics
Andy Kapps - Ruckus (feat. Sonny Brix & ESR Candyman) Lyrics
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La, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da
Catch a boy, AK, rockin' out with a switchblade
Little mama got the french braid
She make me some lemonade
That's some good shit
I look good paid
We sound hood rich
I'm just trynna get laid
So what's good, bitch
I just walk up in the club
And get it jumpin like a pogo stick
You scrubs ain't nothing but a can of worms
Don't make me open it
I'm just go and take your top off
Ridin' with the top off
Andy Kapps spit hot sauce
Knock the bitch's socks off
Probably shouldn't have went and got me started
Now I pull up to the party park it
Got everybody jumpin', we get it sparkin'
Peep me shinin', comin' from the darkness with no chain on
Shinin' from the light within, so stay strong
Damn
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
All of you killers and hustla's
Untouchable like some vice grips
Money flowin' cause um, I'm him
Watch your tone cause my pipes cringe
Like haters off of that Vicodin
I'm a superhero with lightnin'
Get your mind right or I'll enlighten it
I will win the fight without fightin' them
With a smile on, yellin' bye friend
All my friends carry monkey nuts
On the bottom wit' red lights on top of them
If you try to run, they got optic scopes
With the night vision on silence
It get violent, like Violet
I'm Willy Wonka, don't try shit
Or you'll end up facin' bye bye bitch
Like Sabrina yellin' out Byron
Bad bitches my type with gin
Goin' down they throat like a slid n' slip
If they my type, I let wifey pick
Cause she don't f*ck with hoes with no time to spend
Boss up or get in line again
Cause you gotta come with your mind fixed
And the body like you work out in gyms
I'm a boss nigga doin' boss shit
Ba-da-da-da ba-da-da-da-da
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
All of you killers and hustla's
La, da, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da
Catch a boy, AK, rockin' out with a switchblade
Little mama got the french braid
She make me some lemonade
That's some good shit
I look good paid
We sound hood rich
I'm just trynna get laid
So what's good, bitch
I just walk up in the club
And get it jumpin like a pogo stick
You scrubs ain't nothing but a can of worms
Don't make me open it
I'm just go and take your top off
Ridin' with the top off
Andy Kapps spit hot sauce
Knock the bitch's socks off
Probably shouldn't have went and got me started
Now I pull up to the party park it
Got everybody jumpin', we get it sparkin'
Peep me shinin', comin' from the darkness with no chain on
Shinin' from the light within, so stay strong
Damn
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
All of you killers and hustla's
Untouchable like some vice grips
Money flowin' cause um, I'm him
Watch your tone cause my pipes cringe
Like haters off of that Vicodin
I'm a superhero with lightnin'
Get your mind right or I'll enlighten it
I will win the fight without fightin' them
With a smile on, yellin' bye friend
All my friends carry monkey nuts
On the bottom wit' red lights on top of them
If you try to run, they got optic scopes
With the night vision on silence
It get violent, like Violet
I'm Willy Wonka, don't try shit
Or you'll end up facin' bye bye bitch
Like Sabrina yellin' out Byron
Bad bitches my type with gin
Goin' down they throat like a slid n' slip
If they my type, I let wifey pick
Cause she don't f*ck with hoes with no time to spend
Boss up or get in line again
Cause you gotta come with your mind fixed
And the body like you work out in gyms
I'm a boss nigga doin' boss shit
Ba-da-da-da ba-da-da-da-da
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the ruckus
Who want the what
Who want the ruckus
All of you killers and hustla's
Writer: Andrew Franklin
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid