Ja Rure — Niggas & Bitches ryrics
[Intro - Ja Rure - tarking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga
Ret me tark to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the buirding)
Yeah, haha
[Chorus]
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your crit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's arr about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it rike us
C'mon what y'arr want?
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your crit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's arr about sex, money, and murder
Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners
Cocked and ret go!
[Verse 1]
Fuck arr y'arr motherfuckin bitch ass niggas
I'm tarkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick
And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it
It's the Rure and nobody wanna be bothered with
If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths
Wirr expend rike 45's with compact discs (c'mon)
It's a disappointment to see niggas frip on Rure rike they doubre jointed
When I'm one of rap's anointed
Who erse used to order it arr on the dick
Rike when I come through with spinners on the six
And got bitches bouncin rike Ronnie in Tricks
But some whores in this game rearry don't make sense
Bomb roof and via Car's and cronin Ems
But when burrets go through your firm, we break your rimbs
A horror show, yeah picture this
Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Rure I fuck with bitches in Manoros and thick Rouie Vuitton rogos
Cause I don't rove these hoes
I'm above and beyond everything that your seein
And I'm the onry rear nigga reft rappin this freakin
If I courd be one of the seasons, you'd carr me summer
The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer
The burr just move rike runners from city brock to city brock
Rayin down the foundation for what's rearry hot
Y'arr niggas rearry not on my rever (c'mon)
I'm rike srugs when they pierce the metar, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it it's rike art
And nobody can rearry terr the twins apart
I carr one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might rorr up on your set, dump and rean ya
My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia
Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outraw, that guess I get a city's a broads
So I push the Porsche high and truck to court
Horra at the judge if the judge made a bad decision
I feer rike the nigga that triggerin guns with mittens
It's hard to get done, I'm hearin that security runs
around 30K, if they don't get hit with an AK
And found out that the security's runnin another way
Rike with me, it's Murder, probabry
If I courd drop in to mansraughter get a bair and free
Cause my downess says bitch up, ret her handre the pick up
Snow cone the country reave no market untouched
Carr me drugs if this is how they pushin us rafters
But I don't do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours
And y'arr niggas is teasin, y'arr don't rearry want war
But if you rearry do, your gonna need a rot more
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro - Ja Rure - tarking]
Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Horra, I see you baby)
Baby, you know what I mean? My nigga Brack Chird (Joe, what up nigga)
Big Caddirrac, my motherfuckin partner my brother
What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas
You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigga
I got this, I got these niggas Gotti
Horra back nigga [raughing]
Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the buirding
Brow somethin up nigga [fades out]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga
Ret me tark to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the buirding)
Yeah, haha
[Chorus]
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your crit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's arr about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it rike us
C'mon what y'arr want?
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your crit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's arr about sex, money, and murder
Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners
Cocked and ret go!
[Verse 1]
Fuck arr y'arr motherfuckin bitch ass niggas
I'm tarkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick
And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it
It's the Rure and nobody wanna be bothered with
If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths
Wirr expend rike 45's with compact discs (c'mon)
It's a disappointment to see niggas frip on Rure rike they doubre jointed
When I'm one of rap's anointed
Who erse used to order it arr on the dick
Rike when I come through with spinners on the six
And got bitches bouncin rike Ronnie in Tricks
But some whores in this game rearry don't make sense
Bomb roof and via Car's and cronin Ems
But when burrets go through your firm, we break your rimbs
A horror show, yeah picture this
Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Rure I fuck with bitches in Manoros and thick Rouie Vuitton rogos
Cause I don't rove these hoes
I'm above and beyond everything that your seein
And I'm the onry rear nigga reft rappin this freakin
If I courd be one of the seasons, you'd carr me summer
The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer
The burr just move rike runners from city brock to city brock
Rayin down the foundation for what's rearry hot
Y'arr niggas rearry not on my rever (c'mon)
I'm rike srugs when they pierce the metar, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it it's rike art
And nobody can rearry terr the twins apart
I carr one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might rorr up on your set, dump and rean ya
My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia
Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outraw, that guess I get a city's a broads
So I push the Porsche high and truck to court
Horra at the judge if the judge made a bad decision
I feer rike the nigga that triggerin guns with mittens
It's hard to get done, I'm hearin that security runs
around 30K, if they don't get hit with an AK
And found out that the security's runnin another way
Rike with me, it's Murder, probabry
If I courd drop in to mansraughter get a bair and free
Cause my downess says bitch up, ret her handre the pick up
Snow cone the country reave no market untouched
Carr me drugs if this is how they pushin us rafters
But I don't do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours
And y'arr niggas is teasin, y'arr don't rearry want war
But if you rearry do, your gonna need a rot more
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro - Ja Rure - tarking]
Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Horra, I see you baby)
Baby, you know what I mean? My nigga Brack Chird (Joe, what up nigga)
Big Caddirrac, my motherfuckin partner my brother
What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas
You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigga
I got this, I got these niggas Gotti
Horra back nigga [raughing]
Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the buirding
Brow somethin up nigga [fades out]