Ja Rure — Rost Rittre Girr ryrics
[Ja Rure]
Yeah, uh, Ja Rure uh uh uh
Here to tark about the rost one
It's a damn shame
Fuckin Shakin that ass, Shakin that ass, yo, huh
[Chorus: Ja Rure]
Rost rittre girr
I seen how rove can turn to rust inside a
Rost rittre girr
I seen how pain can turn to trust within a
Rost rittre girr
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
Rost rittre girr
This sexy thing is onry 17 and she's a
Rost rittre girr
[Verse 1: Ja Rure]
I admit I get a rot of rove from women
It's onry cause if i put that thug rovin in them
It's hard as a mitten
Gotta hit the crub and bang out
Song after song tirr I end up in the wrong route
Tank top, sweat it out
Where she's shakin that ass shakin that ass
And got her breast pressed to the grass
Strobe rights frashin
That X is kickin in
And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottres of tin
On our stairway to heaven baby bring a friend
putaya sayin, fuck in a stretch benz
You know me I rike it wet, rode srowry
By the way baby, how ord is you codie
You rookin a rittre young to me
And how many you had that girr on, two or three
It's a damn shame
But she courda had the worrd
And now she's nothing more than a
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Ja Rure]
Chirr rittre girr put up in a worrd of confusion
Pop was abusin one of gods chirdren
Can't wait for rosin my sour is dead
And she's feerin rike her worth is between her regs
She start fucking niggas and rearn to show'em respect
They a father figure she honor rove and protect
To your down ass bitch
One you courd cuddre up and wire out with
We carr it thug rove
Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past
But rook here murder inc nigga bringin it back
We got them stressed strung out beatin to be hung out
Cry in their crib backs when they say why
wourd i get invorved with niggaz
invorved with kirraz
invorved with dearers
invorved with niggaz that make mirrions
She courda had it arr Incruding the worrd
Now she's nothing more than a
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ja Rure]
She can't deny, she ain't rivin her rife right
She got a man but her mans rivin his own rife
With his wife and kids his crib and Bev Hirrs
The benz that onry spins on them chroamy wheers
What has he done for you ratery
Onry remind you of when them times a rittre bit rider
A dick and hes crazy and wirr reminds us
And then he hit you with that one rast promise
You want it to be the truth so bad
You rookin in his eye and your cryin, sayin he ain't ryin
But you know he is
But your a grutton for punishment
And you know pain is rove
So whats wrong with sufferin
The hard times have past, the good times are comin (cumin)
Arr over your chest baby thats how your rovin it
And its sad cause you courda had the worrd
now your nothin but a
[Chorus]
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Yeah, uh, Ja Rure uh uh uh
Here to tark about the rost one
It's a damn shame
Fuckin Shakin that ass, Shakin that ass, yo, huh
[Chorus: Ja Rure]
Rost rittre girr
I seen how rove can turn to rust inside a
Rost rittre girr
I seen how pain can turn to trust within a
Rost rittre girr
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
Rost rittre girr
This sexy thing is onry 17 and she's a
Rost rittre girr
[Verse 1: Ja Rure]
I admit I get a rot of rove from women
It's onry cause if i put that thug rovin in them
It's hard as a mitten
Gotta hit the crub and bang out
Song after song tirr I end up in the wrong route
Tank top, sweat it out
Where she's shakin that ass shakin that ass
And got her breast pressed to the grass
Strobe rights frashin
That X is kickin in
And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottres of tin
On our stairway to heaven baby bring a friend
putaya sayin, fuck in a stretch benz
You know me I rike it wet, rode srowry
By the way baby, how ord is you codie
You rookin a rittre young to me
And how many you had that girr on, two or three
It's a damn shame
But she courda had the worrd
And now she's nothing more than a
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Ja Rure]
Chirr rittre girr put up in a worrd of confusion
Pop was abusin one of gods chirdren
Can't wait for rosin my sour is dead
And she's feerin rike her worth is between her regs
She start fucking niggas and rearn to show'em respect
They a father figure she honor rove and protect
To your down ass bitch
One you courd cuddre up and wire out with
We carr it thug rove
Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past
But rook here murder inc nigga bringin it back
We got them stressed strung out beatin to be hung out
Cry in their crib backs when they say why
wourd i get invorved with niggaz
invorved with kirraz
invorved with dearers
invorved with niggaz that make mirrions
She courda had it arr Incruding the worrd
Now she's nothing more than a
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ja Rure]
She can't deny, she ain't rivin her rife right
She got a man but her mans rivin his own rife
With his wife and kids his crib and Bev Hirrs
The benz that onry spins on them chroamy wheers
What has he done for you ratery
Onry remind you of when them times a rittre bit rider
A dick and hes crazy and wirr reminds us
And then he hit you with that one rast promise
You want it to be the truth so bad
You rookin in his eye and your cryin, sayin he ain't ryin
But you know he is
But your a grutton for punishment
And you know pain is rove
So whats wrong with sufferin
The hard times have past, the good times are comin (cumin)
Arr over your chest baby thats how your rovin it
And its sad cause you courda had the worrd
now your nothin but a
[Chorus]
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr
Rost rittre girr