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Maverick Video (MV)




Performed By: Rudeboy Ruger
Length: 3:01
Written by: Stephen Hunte




Rudeboy Ruger - Maverick Lyrics




Fast life with expensive habits
Pretty hoes with extensive baggage
Stay flee and I freak any fabric
And I strike every time that I match it
Smoke with a high grade point average
Slow down we ain't thinking bout marriage
On a wave I'm the mother f*cking captain
I just wanna ball like a Maverick
SWISH! SWISH!
Drip drop, please pass me a napkin
Roll tape lights cameras action
Big cyph take flight when I dash
You know everybody want a little status
You know everybody wanna live lavish
You ain't getting to the bag? that's tragic
Add it up add it up, mathematics

Hollywood dreams
I'm heading for the hills; I'm going big Beverly
In it for the winnings
I was born to be a bigger player than Bill Bellamy
Shorty wanna vent to me
I don't really have time or the energy
Hoes see a nigga on the map want to trap
But the jimmy got a cap like Pendleton
It's time to wrack up f*ck a budget cut
Sipping 'gnac, this ain't Act in my double cup
Put your bitch on the track watch her run it up
Make her cum back to back; that's a double nut
Got aim no scope no beam
Scout broads and I throw em on the team
Eat right so she know I come clean
You looking at the new regime
Used to pedal a mongoose
Young Hi-C with the juice
So sharp I'm far from obtuse
Please believe if she's choosing
I'll catch the neck like a noose
I roll up and I face it
I call that a kush face lift
I came up out the basement
Two missed calls from your main bitch
We made plans but I'm flaking
What can I say?

Fast life with expensive habits
Pretty hoes with extensive baggage
Stay flee and I freak any fabric
And I strike every time that I match it
Smoke with a high grade point average
Slow down we ain't thinking bout marriage
On a wave I'm the mother f*cking captain
I just wanna ball like a Maverick
SWISH! SWISH!
Drip drop, please pass me a napkin
Roll tape lights cameras action
Big cyph take flight when I dash
You know everybody want a little status
You know everybody wanna live lavish
You ain't getting to the bag? that's tragic
Add it up add it up, mathematics

I took a mile f*ck an inch
In the game never warming the bench
Got a slice of that Laudi Arabia
That pack is my guardian angel
I snap and go hard with these bangers
I'm loaded I'm fresh out the chamber
She came to the door wearing lingerie
And I gave her two thumbs like I'm Fonzie, aye!
Milking the game till the last drop
Money and drugs in my stash box
I'm a player like both of my grand-pops
I'm a clover you more like a shamrock
I was taught to depend on nobody
I ain't spending no ends on a thotty
I went from minor to major
Armani, I'm draped in the finest of flavors
They hate it though

Fast life with expensive habits
Pretty hoes with extensive baggage
Stay flee and I freak any fabric
And I strike every time that I match it
Smoke with a high grade point average
Slow down we ain't thinking bout marriage
On a wave I'm the mother f*cking captain
I just wanna ball like a Maverick
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Fast life with expensive habits
Pretty hoes with extensive baggage
Stay flee and I freak any fabric
And I strike every time that I match it
Smoke with a high grade point average
Slow down we ain't thinking bout marriage
On a wave I'm the mother f*cking captain
I just wanna ball like a Maverick
SWISH! SWISH!
Drip drop, please pass me a napkin
Roll tape lights cameras action
Big cyph take flight when I dash
You know everybody want a little status
You know everybody wanna live lavish
You ain't getting to the bag? that's tragic
Add it up add it up, mathematics

Hollywood dreams
I'm heading for the hills; I'm going big Beverly
In it for the winnings
I was born to be a bigger player than Bill Bellamy
Shorty wanna vent to me
I don't really have time or the energy
Hoes see a nigga on the map want to trap
But the jimmy got a cap like Pendleton
It's time to wrack up f*ck a budget cut
Sipping 'gnac, this ain't Act in my double cup
Put your bitch on the track watch her run it up
Make her cum back to back; that's a double nut
Got aim no scope no beam
Scout broads and I throw em on the team
Eat right so she know I come clean
You looking at the new regime
Used to pedal a mongoose
Young Hi-C with the juice
So sharp I'm far from obtuse
Please believe if she's choosing
I'll catch the neck like a noose
I roll up and I face it
I call that a kush face lift
I came up out the basement
Two missed calls from your main bitch
We made plans but I'm flaking
What can I say?

Fast life with expensive habits
Pretty hoes with extensive baggage
Stay flee and I freak any fabric
And I strike every time that I match it
Smoke with a high grade point average
Slow down we ain't thinking bout marriage
On a wave I'm the mother f*cking captain
I just wanna ball like a Maverick
SWISH! SWISH!
Drip drop, please pass me a napkin
Roll tape lights cameras action
Big cyph take flight when I dash
You know everybody want a little status
You know everybody wanna live lavish
You ain't getting to the bag? that's tragic
Add it up add it up, mathematics

I took a mile f*ck an inch
In the game never warming the bench
Got a slice of that Laudi Arabia
That pack is my guardian angel
I snap and go hard with these bangers
I'm loaded I'm fresh out the chamber
She came to the door wearing lingerie
And I gave her two thumbs like I'm Fonzie, aye!
Milking the game till the last drop
Money and drugs in my stash box
I'm a player like both of my grand-pops
I'm a clover you more like a shamrock
I was taught to depend on nobody
I ain't spending no ends on a thotty
I went from minor to major
Armani, I'm draped in the finest of flavors
They hate it though

Fast life with expensive habits
Pretty hoes with extensive baggage
Stay flee and I freak any fabric
And I strike every time that I match it
Smoke with a high grade point average
Slow down we ain't thinking bout marriage
On a wave I'm the mother f*cking captain
I just wanna ball like a Maverick
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Writer: Stephen Hunte
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