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Dusty Locane - RUMBLE Lyrics
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Look
We gon' put that nigga on a T.V.
Put him on a shirt
Look
Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work
Listen

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
F*ckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
F*cked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving

I call up Avi, and buss the Patek
Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet
Bought her an ass, so I could slap it
She soakin' wet, all on the mattress
Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage
Play by my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet
I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments
Uppin' the woo, nigga what's crackin'?
We makin' a movie
Up it and aim at your kufi
Dripped out in Gucci
Perky got me feelin' groovy
You claimin' you a suvy, but where is your stripes?
Put down a poky and get you a pipe
Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise
Glock with a sight, don't play with your life

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
F*ckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
F*cked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving

I'm gon' talk that talk
Gimme me talk back too
I'm a demon on the loose
Benz, Beamer, or the coupe?
And don't play no games
Opposition's all the same
Masked up on the stain
I need the diamonds and the chains
Filled up with rage, I switched, look
Leave his body in a ditch, heh
On the gang I won't snitch
Oh you think you hot, so we burned 'em
Leave 'em dead, that's certain
Spin his block, swervin'
Hit 'em up, closed curtain

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
F*ckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
F*cked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving
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Look
We gon' put that nigga on a T.V.
Put him on a shirt
Look
Where I'm from, my niggas all put in work
Listen

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
F*ckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
F*cked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving

I call up Avi, and buss the Patek
Shorty, she classy, but could get ratchet
Bought her an ass, so I could slap it
She soakin' wet, all on the mattress
Thumbin' through hundreds, I love me the cabbage
Play by my cheddar, I'm grippin' the ratchet
I'm throwin' bullets, leave 'em in fragments
Uppin' the woo, nigga what's crackin'?
We makin' a movie
Up it and aim at your kufi
Dripped out in Gucci
Perky got me feelin' groovy
You claimin' you a suvy, but where is your stripes?
Put down a poky and get you a pipe
Watch the opps, they movin' 'cise
Glock with a sight, don't play with your life

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
F*ckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
F*cked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving

I'm gon' talk that talk
Gimme me talk back too
I'm a demon on the loose
Benz, Beamer, or the coupe?
And don't play no games
Opposition's all the same
Masked up on the stain
I need the diamonds and the chains
Filled up with rage, I switched, look
Leave his body in a ditch, heh
On the gang I won't snitch
Oh you think you hot, so we burned 'em
Leave 'em dead, that's certain
Spin his block, swervin'
Hit 'em up, closed curtain

I hope that you're ready to rumble
'Cause I brought my weapon with me, I don't tussle
Only the gang, nigga I don't trust you
Talk out your neck, I won't move a muscle
I call my suvy, he gon' come and brush you
My dog off the leash, he don't need a muzzle
F*ckin' your treesh, you thinkin' she love you
Get to the breesh, no time to cuddle
Keep it discreet, moving real subtle
His shawty a freak, under the covers
F*cked up the sheets, ain't use a rubber
Dick in her back, I made her stutter
I hope that you're ready to rumble
Call up my suvy, brush 'em
Freak bitch, Russian
That talk, she loving
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Writer: Brandon Greene, Christopher Henderson, Daniel Simmons, Jasper Murray, Reginald Miot, Trevon Brack
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