Gotta move with the music
Gotta! Gotta! Gotta move with the music
Trying to live a life of seclusion
Never been the one for confusion
My good side just an illusion
From Dade County boy! not Houston
Niggas talking like they Ruben
D-Don't stutter, the flow butter
Word to Jesus and the muthaf*ckin Last Supper
Break bread with your niggas keep GOD with ya
Niggas taking pictures and I'm painting pictures
For them spots round town that you can't get in to
I was taught pull Glocks aim em at your center
Drop top for the Winter from the Summer pressure
Baby K's ain't no Tec's on the dresser
Leg warmers and they giving head seizures
Chill niggas and you know they packing heaters
Black Adidas, Lead Squeezers
Bloody stitching in the muthaf*ckin two seater
We in the game, EA nigga
J Nics - Ruben Lyrics
J Nics - Ruben Lyrics
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Gotta move with the music
Gotta! Gotta! Gotta move with the music
Trying to live a life of seclusion
Never been the one for confusion
My good side just an illusion
From Dade County boy! not Houston
Niggas talking like they Ruben
D-Don't stutter, the flow butter
Word to Jesus and the muthaf*ckin Last Supper
Break bread with your niggas keep GOD with ya
Niggas taking pictures and I'm painting pictures
For them spots round town that you can't get in to
I was taught pull Glocks aim em at your center
Drop top for the Winter from the Summer pressure
Baby K's ain't no Tec's on the dresser
Leg warmers and they giving head seizures
Chill niggas and you know they packing heaters
Black Adidas, Lead Squeezers
Bloody stitching in the muthaf*ckin two seater
We in the game, EA nigga
Gotta! Gotta! Gotta move with the music
Trying to live a life of seclusion
Never been the one for confusion
My good side just an illusion
From Dade County boy! not Houston
Niggas talking like they Ruben
D-Don't stutter, the flow butter
Word to Jesus and the muthaf*ckin Last Supper
Break bread with your niggas keep GOD with ya
Niggas taking pictures and I'm painting pictures
For them spots round town that you can't get in to
I was taught pull Glocks aim em at your center
Drop top for the Winter from the Summer pressure
Baby K's ain't no Tec's on the dresser
Leg warmers and they giving head seizures
Chill niggas and you know they packing heaters
Black Adidas, Lead Squeezers
Bloody stitching in the muthaf*ckin two seater
We in the game, EA nigga
Writer: Justin Nicholas
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