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letra de range rove (ft. vendetta time) - norajaron

n-gg-s was trappin, i need me a range rove
my n-gg-s get to the bands, need the play dough
my n-gg-s eatin good, still need ya plate tho
run up on me, boy, just know we don’t play though
we takin off, yeah we hot like volcano
we hittin licks cause we need us the pesos
y’all n-gg-s hatin’, we still gettin paid though
b-tch on her knees and she do what i say so

i jug a pack, then i lay low
b-tch on my sac for the pay though
heat on my lap cause they hate though
gotta stay strapped just in case though
we spin ya block like tornado
got so much drip, need a rain coat
too many bands, i can’t change though
change ya hoe just like i change clothes
off of the percies, i’m goin’ insane though
she eat me up, fettucine alfredo

i remember hittin them stains in the same clothes
so many messes got made though
i was just thinkin’ i need me a maid though
from nothin, look what i made though
louboutins lookin’ so fuego
dressed in that louie and bape, whoa
we used to f-ck on the same hoes
they chose the wrong side when they chose
all on my d-ck, cause i’m paid, hoe
n-gg-s hate, we got the same goals

ring finger shinin’ like thanos
look at the watch and the chain though
n-gg-s, they copy the same flow
count up the bands, keep the bank rolls
b-tches, they said that they love me but they know
they wouldn’t be on me without the cake though
buss down the rollie, make moves, you know they go
move wit them shootas, they keep that good aim though
my pieces h-ttin’ like dracos. she got that wet like the barbados

- norajaron

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