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letra de pissy pampers 2 - hbk ronny

[verse: hbk ronny]
yeah, sticks wrapped up like a pogo-stick
she give me brain, but she don’t know sh-t
get money and dip on the bro code sh-t
when it comes to these hoes, ain’t a bro code b-tch, like
swear to bro code, go get his sh-t right
“don’t gotta rob”, then you better go hitchhike
you know what’s gonna happen, we linkin’ at midnight
she bendin’ it over, i’m givin’ her big pipe
when i hit it, i’m f-ckin’ her back, hoe
i got an opp neighbor callin’ for backup
run up on ronny, you better be strapped up
shoe case, nеighbor i’m packed up
real sh-t, no cap, no kizzy
i pop beans od likе [?]
[?] i need yo’ kitty
me and my team roll ’round, we wicked
[bridge: cl4pers]
ok, aight, lemme catch the beat

[verse: cl4pers]
d-mn, shout out to ronny
f-ck up yo’ crit, and go f-ck on yo’ mommy
she eat me up, just i’m salami
where’s waldo? all these neighbors can’t find me
f-ck on that b-tch then i did what i won’t say
made that b-tch mad, now she look like beyonce
they think i’m the best, i’m like, “what else can i say?”
put on my glasses, i feel like i’m dante
i feel like sad! neighbor, shout out to x
put him on a t, ain’t talkin’ bout rex
scissor, and i know that i’m a sender
that lil’ boy is a rat, call him [?]
shred a neighbor b-tch i’m feelin’ like shredder
picked up his money, she light as a feather
i know we gon’ make it just come on together
can’t see like h-llen, i’ll repeat it, keller

[bridge: cl4pers, capzlock]
i shoulda gotta longer amount on my verse
but i don’t wanna take up the whole song
‘ppreciate you cl4pers!
[verse: capzlock]
we runnin’ on you, boy you better stay quiet
see sum’ i like, and you know imma buy it
run up on who, my gang stay silent
if he talkin’ down, and you know imma light that (uh!)
playin’ these thot’s like chess
i gotta strap, there’s a bl!ck in my chest
sayin’ goodbye, then move on to the next
aimin’ you down, imma shoot yo’ neck!

[verse: capzlock]
you know that i stay with my bros
cl4pers around me, they always on go
pull up a four, stick with a pole, i’m finna shoot at yo’ dome
they act like the gang, but i did this all on my own
and if he talkin’ down, this choppa ’bout ready to blow!
i gotta pull on my waist, run in yo crib and i’m robbin’ yo’ safe
i just walked out the bank, two twin glocks right at yo’ face!

- hbk ronny

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