letra de donion ring - lp rambo
[hook]
who you yelling at from cross the street like i ain’t clutching?
you ain’t gone see me near he doing all that talk for nothing
he a super junkie, i be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
i aim for that pumkin, ain’t that something? ain’t a chance for running
let me find out he talked out his neck that n-gga donion
i’ll put a hole in a n-gga like a funyun
too many hoes out here laughing like sh-t funny
it ain’t sh-t to get you smoked they crazy for some money
[verse one]
we got hollow tips, don’t come round here unless you change your gear
and these n-ggas lowkey jealous gotta keep еm out my ear
you ain’t 24 karat, diamonds, i don’t want you in my ear
flow sick i probably got corona,no no, not the beer
you ain’t robbing, shooting, trapping, gеt your b-tch ass out of here
tello shoot you in your forehead take your b-tch ass out of here
and i’m off your homie, not no addy, we be wilding, yea?
all the choppas with me midget just like austin powers, yea
[hook]
who you yelling at from cross the street like i ain’t clutching?
you ain’t gone see me near he doing all that talk for nothing
he a super junkie, i be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
i aim for that pumkin, ain’t that something? ain’t a chance for running
let me find out he talked out his neck that n-gga donion
i’ll put a hole in a n-gga like a funyun
too many hoes out here laughing like sh-t funny
it ain’t sh-t to get you smoked they crazy for some money
[verse two]
check my color code, bracelet rose gold like pink lemonade
with my bros lined up in a row this our dinner face
never fold, always on our toes we gone win the race
you better know, limbs ain’t how we roll hit him in the face
and my wrist all type of sh-t, it go with my chain
read my lips, i don’t love no b-tch my love go in vein
this ain’t iheart f-ck your radio, i’m not laura kane
point the 40 anywhere we go, run up you a stain
[hook]
who you yelling at from cross the street like i ain’t clutching?
you ain’t gone see me near he doing all that talk for nothing
he a super junkie, i be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
i aim for that pumkin, ain’t that something? ain’t a chance for running
let me find out he talked out his neck that n-gga donion
i’ll put a hole in a n-gga like a funyun
too many hoes out here laughing like sh-t funny
it ain’t sh-t to get you smoked they crazy for some money
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