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Rugrats Video (MV)




Performed By: Kodak Black
Length: 2:59
Written by: DIEUSON OCTAVE, JERMAINE BENARD SMITH




Kodak Black - Rugrats Lyrics
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Yah, glee
Aye bitch, I done growed up

Project baby all grown up, I'm a rugrat
Still can't hit the club and get jumped bih
Still can't hit the club and get no love bih
F*ck that shit, I'm going anyway
Project baby all grown up, I'm a rugrat
Still can't hit the club and get jumped but I'm like f*ck that
Woke up and I dropped a deluxe, I'm like plus tax
Teacher tried to put me in timeout, I said f*ck that

You ain't my mama hoe, I ain't getting in no corner, I said f*ck class
Told me say no drugs, nope you know I upped that
I don't eat no ho Jell-O, graduated finessing got me a lunch rack
I'm like what's that
Finesse you out your lunch bag
Forgot my bookbag at the crib, but I ain't forget about to buy a Dutch pack
Geeked out like a nerd nigga, test me you get f*cked
Got them books on me and just in case I'm re'ing right now, I'm a hundred racks
Doctor I don't take my meds no more right now it cost me double stacks
Jaguar orange, Phantom door yay', Jansport out the projects
I just seen my old teacher, she still waitin' on her retirement check
Lil homie SAT back, then I had a MAC-10
Said I'm on my way, make sure your babies with there daddy
I ain't no babysitter, but I be kidnapping
That Glock will shock a nigga, what's that Glock static
Angelica, she suck my testicles, bih so fantastic
I don't f*ck with Sulie 'cause I don't want no black hoe
Reptile but I go dinosaur
I'ma sniper boy
Pull up like a diaper
I don't do no back and forth
The teacher said it's naptime but I am tired of sleeping on the floor
Dumping at them, bagged the nigga, but I don't do no f*cking chores
Let me find out you still at SoCal
I done graduated, now I got a MAC-11
Aye, lemme find out you still at daycare
Put that Wooly on that little boy and he shitted on himself
And I'm from the projects
And I keep that permit, don't I keep that permit
I'ma rugrat little nigga yea, don't I keep that Tommy
Don't I keep that Tommy, I said don't I keep that Tommy
And I'm baited up like Chucky
And I'm getting money
Rolling, I be duffling
Younging he be thugging yea

All grown up, I'ma rugrat
Still can't hit the club, Ian get jumped, but I'm like f*ck that
And a teacher tried to put me in timeout, so I said f*ck class
F*ck class, I don't need class
I'm booted up in a C-class
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Yah, glee
Aye bitch, I done growed up

Project baby all grown up, I'm a rugrat
Still can't hit the club and get jumped bih
Still can't hit the club and get no love bih
F*ck that shit, I'm going anyway
Project baby all grown up, I'm a rugrat
Still can't hit the club and get jumped but I'm like f*ck that
Woke up and I dropped a deluxe, I'm like plus tax
Teacher tried to put me in timeout, I said f*ck that

You ain't my mama hoe, I ain't getting in no corner, I said f*ck class
Told me say no drugs, nope you know I upped that
I don't eat no ho Jell-O, graduated finessing got me a lunch rack
I'm like what's that
Finesse you out your lunch bag
Forgot my bookbag at the crib, but I ain't forget about to buy a Dutch pack
Geeked out like a nerd nigga, test me you get f*cked
Got them books on me and just in case I'm re'ing right now, I'm a hundred racks
Doctor I don't take my meds no more right now it cost me double stacks
Jaguar orange, Phantom door yay', Jansport out the projects
I just seen my old teacher, she still waitin' on her retirement check
Lil homie SAT back, then I had a MAC-10
Said I'm on my way, make sure your babies with there daddy
I ain't no babysitter, but I be kidnapping
That Glock will shock a nigga, what's that Glock static
Angelica, she suck my testicles, bih so fantastic
I don't f*ck with Sulie 'cause I don't want no black hoe
Reptile but I go dinosaur
I'ma sniper boy
Pull up like a diaper
I don't do no back and forth
The teacher said it's naptime but I am tired of sleeping on the floor
Dumping at them, bagged the nigga, but I don't do no f*cking chores
Let me find out you still at SoCal
I done graduated, now I got a MAC-11
Aye, lemme find out you still at daycare
Put that Wooly on that little boy and he shitted on himself
And I'm from the projects
And I keep that permit, don't I keep that permit
I'ma rugrat little nigga yea, don't I keep that Tommy
Don't I keep that Tommy, I said don't I keep that Tommy
And I'm baited up like Chucky
And I'm getting money
Rolling, I be duffling
Younging he be thugging yea

All grown up, I'ma rugrat
Still can't hit the club, Ian get jumped, but I'm like f*ck that
And a teacher tried to put me in timeout, so I said f*ck class
F*ck class, I don't need class
I'm booted up in a C-class
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Writer: DIEUSON OCTAVE, JERMAINE BENARD SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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