matter fact take a picture where my phone at.Nigga think he gangsta we gone stake outcha crib I'll turn this whole damn pop red of a six What the fuck that make you if you hanging with a snitch If you ain't got no money why the fuck you out the crib Done with this thirty imma go and flip the clip Petty nigga with no hustle you can't even flip a script Cell game dropped but these hams getting hip Don't care 'bout no groupies used to hoes on my dick That choppa hit yo shoulder it'll take yo arm with it What the fuck I look like fighting one of you strong niggas I wake up in the morning tryna make my roll bigger Yo bitch wake up next to you like "I chose the wrong nigga" Bitch I ain't petty if I want it imma spend Stayed up hella nights writing raps and searching bins With either one I get a Benz A nigga dissin' Baby he won't make it to his crib Bitch I'm Mr.while everybody screaming on the dance floor.Now gone and bust it open like a cantaloupe.look she going in she let her hair down.Lil n****s getting worked on the chair now.Every time we turn up mami make the ass pop.I make them slow down like my like my homie J-12.There's hella cakes moving fast like a bake sell. Well, all the green things died when Ronnie moved to this place He said, Don’t you dare ask why I’m cursed to wear this face Now we all know why the children called him Ronnie Frown When he pulled that gun from his pocket they all fall down, down, down He said, Lost my way This bloody day Lost my way Yeah, yeah I heard it He.A n**** got old chips and they ain't stale. Ronnie Lyrics: Story starts, quiet town / Small town boy, big time frown / Never talks, never plays / Different path, lost his way / Then streets of red, red, Im afraid / Theres no confetti, no.I'm all about my money b*tch you can't tell? Aaron Tippin - 'I'm Leaving' As we passed in the hall She said we need to talk I can't go on like this another day I froze in my tracks And a chill ran up my back 'Cause I knew what she was gonna say She said there's someone.I meet a b*tch then introduce her to my dick first.later on you can show me how ya lips work.Now swing it on a n**** till ya hips hurt.Watch her twerk it while her partner hold her hands man.And I'll be in the middle of the party yelling.Now gone bust it open like a watermelon.And if a girl hating that's the sh*t I can't stand.And when she shake it watch a young n**** relax.Big black money, got a ? like three racks.When I f*cks them I just hit my brother D-Mac Tips Ruurd: Battlestar Galactica 2003 & The Martian Audiobook gratis op SoundCloud Toon: Snowpiercer Maarten Cox: Bot lyrics, Secret Hitler & 6 Nimmt.In the party she be sweating out her hair bun. Log in or sign up for Facebook to connect with friends, family and people you know. Email or phone: Password: Forgot account People named Ronnie Hart. Join Facebook to connect with Ronnie Hart and others you may know.
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