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letra de ramona - hopsin

[intro: skit]

[ramona]
-door kn-b rattling and panting breath-
hopsin
-phone dialing and ringing-
hopsin, hopsin, hopsin are you there?

911: 9-1-1 emergency, what’s the issue?
hopsin: th-this girl she’s out she’s…
911: wow, wow, wow relax honey, speak to me
hopsin: there’s this girl outside of my house and she keeps tryna come in
911: uh huh
hopsin: and i keep tryna push her away but…but i feel like she’s gonna come in and do something…i…i don’t know…
911: okay, what is your name darling?
hopsin: it’s marcus hopson
911: okay marcus, relax
hopsin: i’m trying
911: i need you to explain to me who this girl is please
hopsin: okay, okay, okay…

[verse 1: hopsin & 911]
here, let me read you her bio (go ‘head)
she was raised in cleveland, ohio (uh huh)
got a tattoo of a cross on her left t-t
yo, but, she don’t believe in no bible (what?)
she flashing n-gg-s when i’m on stage
she let anyone see ’em at my show (you’re kidding)
first time i met her was at a meet and greet
she ran up in a hurry and was like “woah”
“hi hop, i’m ramona (hi)
please forgive me, i might go nuts
i don’t know but i’m like so lucky
and i just wish i could just…oh f-ck
i’m nervous and i feel worthless
please don’t think i’m doing this on purpose
i just cannot control all my urges
you’re just…oh my god you’re so perfect”
man if you f-ck with this b-tch then you’re doomed (yup)
she followed me and my tour crew
to my hotel, i’m like “who you?
where you going?” she said “your room” (silly)
like “woah look, ho you gotta go, just because i ripped the mic
don’t mean you get the right to follow me back to my hotel room, you ain’t ’bout to spent the night, aight?”
she said “okay, marcus, what if i give you my p-ssy (what?)
oh my god, getting f-cked by hopsin, do you know how awesome that would be? ah”

[hook]
ramona, mona, ramona, mona
ramona, mona, ramona, mona, ramona
this b-tch is stalking me, f-cking
ramona, mona, ramona, mona
ramona, mona, ramona, mona, ramona
get this b-tch off of me
f-cking ramona

[verse 2: hopsin]
she became friends with my girlfriend but my girlfriend did not know (know what?)
that ramona’s obsessed with me, she been to at least ten of my shows, woah
f-cking all my n-gg-s names up she like “gerald benton, he wrecks it
disney wright, weed repping, i love swisss, three s’s”
i’m like “god d-mn b-tch, you ain’t even got no chance b-tch
you ain’t even my real fan b-tch, you only know ‘sag my pants’ b-tch”
all over my instagram pics, tryna get my attention
hoping i’mma get you a ticket and fly you to cali and put you in a bed you can ride the d-ck in (h-ll no ho)
i can’t lie though, her -ss fat
she send me nudes up on snapchat
i know every n-gg- done tapped that
she gets sad ’cause i do not snap back (hahaha)
that nasty girl, i ain’t touching her (nope)
f-ck her, i don’t f-ck with her (nuh uh)
she a real rap chasing hustler
if you see her -ss, hit the sl-t alert
this one time she tried to cut….
(oh my god, hopsin) what the f-ck (hey)
what the f-ck are you doing here?
(i love you so much) shut your -ss up, get your -ss out

[verse 3: jarren benton]
yo hopsin (what up man?), you know that b-tch named ramona? (yeah)
i know you said that hoe’s a sp-ce case but guess what (what?), i boned her, ah
i swear to god hop, man, it’s been sick
she be like “jarren, oh my god, you’re the sh-t
i’ll never, ever, ever, ever brush my t–th now that my breath smells just like your d-ck”
yuck, she won’t leave me alone
every five seconds, b-tch blowing up my phone
i’m paranoid hoping she don’t show up at my home
what the f-ck was i on? pills or patron
then the b-tch talking ’bout she’s knocked up
how b-tch, d-mn, i had my c-ck locked up
with a latex condom, and we just f-cked two days ago
now how the f-ck a baby pop up?
ah, she like “jarren you’re right, must be swizzz or maybe dizzy wright
cause he went inside it raw like, just the other night”
swear to god hop, we gotta take this wh-r-s life
but d-mn, who gon’ let kato know?
that’s the n-gg-‘s girlfriend, he don’t know that she a hoe
now she on dj hoppa’s d-ck like “go dj, go dj, go”
go dj, go dj, go

[outro]
i am not one of your f-cking groupies hopsin
and honestly, you just lost a f-cking fan, okay?
i told all my friends about your music
and now i regret it, and jarren, you’re a f-cking liar
i only know you because of f-cking hopsin, okay?
and i genuinely thought you were a nice f-cking guy
so i sucked your d-ck, and you made fun of me
you made fun of me for sucking your f-cking c-ck
i so can’t live with myself right now
….okay i’m over it

- hopsin

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