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Rufus
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Rufus was released on April 10, 2020 by MAKING LOTS-A-$$$$ as a part of the album 3.5 (Eighth)
April 10, 2020
LabelMAKING LOTS-A-$$$$
LanguageEnglish
BPM94
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Yeah. High as fuck
I be smoking, look
Yeah
I be too smoked out for my own good
Bad yellow bone trout up to no good
Why you never outside in your own hood
Who want the smoke though
The whole squad roll good
I'm not finna blaze
With you if you roll woods
You got garbage ass weed
Smoking no goods
Pass the L to the police
Yeah, you sure would
Who want the smoke though
The whole squad roll good
Yeah, yeah
I'm in all black
You can't see nothing in my sweater
And my bitch don't talk
Shit ' cause I don't let her
I'll forget her, if she fuck
With my money I'ma remember
Doing hella shit productive, January
To December. I'm a rare breed
The thickest pick of the litter
Really, stop be shitting on ****
I'm on the shitter
Got my hitters in the back
Of the wagon ready to get ' em
I be with ' em when
The shit get to cracking
Fuck what I'm feeling
And fuck however foul
Them **** did us
'Bout my business
Get my digits, 'cause
****, I really live this
I been with it, whatever
I been in
It. You can ask the **** I been with
I been tripping
I be too smoked out for my own good
Bad yellow bone trout up to no good
Why you never outside in your own hood
Who want the smoke though
The whole squad roll good
I'm not finna blaze
With you if you roll woods
You got garbage ass weed
Smoking no goods
Pass the L to the police
Yeah, you sure would
Who want the smoke though
The whole squad roll good
Fully loaded in my peacoat
Black Swan shmeno
I think I got a crush
On a bitch because of Dito
Fine as Velnine
How I get you on my team though
She look like red wine, damn
I'm feeling shorty steelo
I think I saw the future in your eyes
Miss Cleo
You a **** extra cold, shoulder on frio
If she pussy popping when I'm drunk
Get a mijo
Dope is five lines
She say all my shit is kilo
Aquila in the B, cheeky smoke palms
Had to kick her out the coupe
She always bringing all her qualms
**** know I kick the gospel
Penciling the psalm
Hard to keep this bitch calm
And can't get her off my arm
I been playing Mr. Mom
Yes, I got a mini- me now
Still blowing dope even
When a **** see now
I'm moving like the fog
**** really can't see now
Posted on the lawn, ****
Bring your whole team out
I be too smoked out for my own good
Bad yellow bone trout up to no good
Why you never outside in your own hood
Who want the smoke though
The whole squad roll good
I'm not finna blaze
With you if you roll woods
You got garbage ass weed
Smoking no goods
Pass the L to the police
Yeah, you sure would
Who want the smoke though
The whole squad roll good
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Arthur Lea III, Dionte Hunter
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