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Rah Digga - Do the ladies run this lyrics

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Do the ladies run this by Rah Digga

1 [Rah Digga]
Do the ladies run this motherf**ker?
(Hell yeah!)
SAY Do the ladies run this motherf**ker?
(Hell yeah!)
Put it down for the b**ches all across the map
All the real live b**ches all across the map
Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead, go ahead
[Sonya Blade]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I'm on the roll like butter
Flow gutter, f**k what a b**ch going through
Do or die is what you gon' do
I warn you it's gonna get you and your guys killed
With my skills stay on your toes like high heels
And handle bars like bikes 'bout to blow like innertubes
See me in the tube in the views to interludes
Never see me in the nude, Blade gon' bend the rules
Lock the street coming through with more rocks than Pete
I'm into jewels I will not repeat
Y'all obsolete, Sonya Blade y'all
It's murder when they drop the beat
I spit it once
I'm hungry spit at lunch
One take, I hate boxes so I don't punch
I got a hunch, y'all figure
Y'all gon stop my figgas
Get on some rah-rah with Eve and Rah Digga
But these my niggas so please my niggas
Stop the Blade from where you don't know nann nigga
Repeat 1
Yo, yo now why y'all wanna make me get raw
This b**ch gon split ya, get tha picture
Call yourselves emcees, titles don't even fit ya
How they gonna stop us Digga?
Try-na shine, the rest of them b**ches
Is past tense and out of time
Cause my time line consists of many dreams shattered
Trying to run up with two ryders deep as if it mattered
When real b**ches get to rockin', heads knockin'
All dem chickens in their coupe gon do is get to squawkin'
All the hating do is feed my temper, let me live
Ice grillin' eyein' my clothes, I'm eyein' the crib
E-V-E spell it out when you speak about her
The only one out the bunch to hate
The rest gon crowd around her
Majority rules, it's our time, back the f**k up
Cause the sh*t you sayin' out your mouth
Make me crack the f**k up
Laugh hard cause we pass y'all so dash broad
Lay my sh*t by myself in the booth
While y'all need flash cards
Repeat 1
[Rah Digga]
Yeah, check it out now
Like that y'all
Watch me sink three points
Smash your whole LP with just my lead joint
It's the rhyme super b**ch gon' stay forever wildin'
Smooth with the pen, Shakespeare, Edgar Allen
Hot chick, catastrophic, blast the hot sh*t
Your whole verse whack and bare no facts or logic
Smash your clique in
Y'all niggas only heard tidbits
I put that on Gabana every rhyme I done spitted
One-two, one-two
Your whole crew I dismantle
Rock fly gear and stay clear of sex scandals
With drogues to spark wait for shows to start
My put my niggas down if they know their parts
Caramel give 'em hell from Bricks to Anadel
Rappers try-na compete get ate like Samuel
By a sister who twist a few L's rip it dually
The song say It Ain't My Fault like Mystikal
Repeat 1 (2x)

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