r.o. shells (feat. don4) şarkı sözleri

I'm rocking all black, it's my niche Bitch I want war, not no peace I'm runnin' through bands just spent a little ticket on fleece Not talkin' cash than its steep, that bitch want a bag I ain't but it, now she sad Lil' bitch, don't care if you mad I got goons I get yo ass tagged What's your set, nigga throw up your flag I'm buyin' on cash, not payin' no lease This bitch on my phone, she showin' her cheeks I'm poppin' a molly and she want a piece She taking no chaser, this lil' bitch is geeked (F*ck) These niggas talk crazy, but I got a gun Just like Nike, I just do it for fun Shot in the air, his pussy ass ran I'm fuckin' your hoe, I'm fuckin' her friend I'm up lock these racks up, I feel like the man Rick on my jeans and they cost a band I flew that bitch out, now she got a tan That bitch is a slut, get dirty like Dan That nigga said don't, she already looked She f*ck with the gang, she already took I'm clutchin' a pole, I got 'em all shook I'm making a play, I'm makin' a move She say I'm her man, bitch I'm not your dude I'm posted with Can, and he's rockin' RHUDE Get in my bag, the bitch in her mood This bitch gettin' naked, this bitch gettin' nude I'll ride down your block, lil' nigga, get you screwed Niggas talk crazy but don't want to fued' I like all my hunnids, to comin' in blue She down for the team, why she fuckin' the crew That is not my homie, who the f*ck is you If I am not high then it's easy to f*ck up my mood (RI, RI, RI) DLAV, What she tryna' do She knows how I get, she knows how I is Buss that shit on her lips, I ain't tryna' have kids In the kitchen, I'm a scientist, like my name Sid You niggas not buyin' this, can't touch the fit Aint fuckin' with us, this shit to damn solid You bitches in love why the f*ck would I bother Addicted to green, I'ma scratch for a dollar Exotic the runtz', I'ma smoke like a rasta He hiding his funds, that lil' bitch not a baller' I just made yo' hoe addicted Told her "Don't Look", that bitch don't listen Fucked her once, not she cleaning my kitchen She knows I'm big D-boy okay (Type shit) I'm the type to buss his brain okay You the type to scare the hoes away I made her to wet this shit like a lake 5, 9, 4, 7, cant f*ck f*ck with the fake (22, 22, 22, 22)
Sanatçı: R.O.
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