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letra de what they gon say - ron suno

[intro: zay munna & ron suno]
grrah-grrah, baow
bllllrt, baow
ron suno, you n-ggas know the f-ckin’ vibes
hey, bllllrt, baow
hol’ up

[verse 1: ron suno & zay munna]
i’m with your b-tch and i ran out of condoms (yeah), started f-cking her raw no problem
please keep a stick ’cause you know that i got one (yeah), she gave me top just from the bottle
’cause i got to hit that, split that, she wanna bring her friend i said i’m with that (yeah)
is too many opps can’t miss that, first n-gga reach, then i swear he get clipped at (grrah-grrah-grrah)
with the mike amiri i be drippin’, steppin’ dior but i am not christian (nah)
when i pray to god i hope he listens, i’m smoking za got away with gang sh-t (yeah)
i be quick to heat up in the kitchen, feel like benny crocker on a mission (mission)
nina on me and she different, i finger f-ck her, i love it when i hit it (bah-bah-bah)
gllrt-boom, gllrt-boom, you could get sent to the citizen news
what they gon’ say ’cause they getting it too, too many’s knocks when i’m going through
i’m off the za, i’m smoking opps, he tryna run, he catch a shot (boom)
bllrt-bah, bllrt-bah, all of these bullets gon f-ck up his mind (boom, boom, boom-boom)
like what they gon say cut they know i’ma gangster (yeah), got the strap he get ’cause like a shapeup
n-ggas be dissin’ but go get your cake up (yeah), get bands, get cash, gon’ wakeup
bullets gon beam we gon aim at his neck (yeah), act a fool when i move with this tec
king of the bronx n-ggas know i’m the best (yeah), speak on a dead n-gga you could be next (boom)
i feel like kobe bryant on the lakers, i catch you lacking with the chain, we take it (yeah)
channel eleven about to make him famous, he on the news they said he couldn’t make it (huh)
most of these n-ggas be capping, they p-ssy (they p-ssy), don’t trip we ran out your hoodie
oh, that’s a opp, i could tell ’cause he looking, getting beat down like we in the booking (yeah)
bullets gon beam we gon aim at his neck (yeah), act a fool when i move with this tec
king of the bronx n-ggas know i’m the best (yeah), speak on a dead n-gga you could be next
bullets gon beam we gon aim at his neck, act a fool when i move with this tec
king of the bronx n-ggas know i’m the best, speak on a dead n-gga you could be next (glrrt, boom)
[verse 2: zay munna]
i got shooters like it’s golden state (baow), if he play he get hit in his face
hop out chase that, shots on the 8 (gllrt, baow), papa got .30 so get out the way (move)
we get busy, he get shot in the spot if he jiggy, of the migos, i really do henny
slide to the hill tryna catch me adrenaline (baow-baow), shots to his torso gon’ f-ck up his kidney
thot on my body, get [?] (thot), is you riding ’cause sh-t could get mixy
think i’m lacking i’m taking her with me (boom), grrah-grrah (grrah), think i’m lacking i’m taking her with me
two tec got a beam with a scope, he play, he reach i throw, lil’ bro on the block tryna up that scope (bllllrt)
free sleep we’ll bend him with hollows, and you can’t name a n-gga i follow
king of my hood got me feeling like rallow (yeah)
if we f-cking i bustin’ inside you, i get nasty from the back and i’m gripping her asscheek (uh-huh)
i’m a demon just check out my rap sheet, b-tches got b-tches, the f-ck is a jackie? (d-mn)
oh, he lacking, up the .30, i bust it for action, i’ma pop out the cut like what’s cracking
catch him, scr-p him, make sure we clap him (bah-bah)

[outro]
i’m with your b-tch and i ran out of condoms, started f-cking her raw no problem (yeah)
please keep a stick ’cause you know that i got one, she gave me top just from the bottle
’cause i got to hit that, split that, she wanna bring her friend i said i’m with that (yeah)
is too many opps can’t miss that, first n-gga reach swear he get clip at
with the mike amiri i be drippin’, steppin’ dior but i am not christian

- ron suno

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