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letra de trained ears only - ronehl

[chorus]
youngboy, i’m ’bout to right foot creep when you hide out seekin’
i’m in the car with a badass b-tch, had to take my blunt, cause the hoe keep chiefin’ (d-mn)
they was like “boy, what is this?”
young n-ggas know it’s a ronehl season
you better train your ears when you listen to this, i’m ’bout give you a reason
h-hop out the car with the gen 5-6 (brr)
dye bands, i’ma rock my wrist (yeah)
she heard my voice on the beat, now the lil hoe shakin’, i got the hoe sick (sick)
feelin’ like steph, i’ma pop my sh-t
you a lil ass kid, n-gga, 6-7 this
went out once with the gang, that’s a 6-0 hit
can’t talk to a hoe, unless i’m finna hit

[verse]
might hit with a bluetooth
put that lil hoe on the net like its youtube, i never knew you
i got some loose screws, i’m the type f-ck on b-tch, and go find me another like blues clues
she off the perky, said she goin’ cuckoo
f-ck ’bout the price tag, i got some new shoes
i thought i told you that i’m finna dip on you, baby
she told me that “i’m scared to lose you” what?
like, what? what the f-ck a n-gga tryna do?
i’m the type do, f-ck yo b-tch in a coupe
been had sauce, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout soup
been had glocks, walk down, i’ma shoot
got your hoe on my phone, i don’t gotta show proof
walk down on your mans, what the hate gon’ do?
you a dumbass n-gga, eat soup with a spoon, huh?
been had bands, so i look like a liar (uh, huh)
pull out the chop, that b-tch sound like mariah (yeah, yeah)
puff out the blunt, man i keep gettin’ higher
would spark me another, but a n-gga got tired (yeah, yeah)
i drop a song when you handin’ out flyers
your b-tch want d-ck, i’m the one she desire
what is you doing? you claimin’ a hoe when you know that her coochie on fire (d-mn)
[chorus]
youngboy, i’m ’bout to right foot creep when you hide out seekin’
i’m in the car with a badass b-tch
had to take my blunt, cause the hoe keep chiefin’ (d-mn)
they was like “boy, what is this?”
young n-ggas know it’s a ronehl season
you better train your ears when you listen to this, i’m ’bout give you a reason
hop out the car with the gen 5-6 (brr)
dye bands, i’ma rock my wrist (yeah)
she heard my voice on the beat
now the lil hoe shakin’, i got the hoe sick (sick)
feelin’ like steph, i’ma pop my sh-t (sh-t)
you a lil ass kid, n-gga, 6-7 this (this)
went out once with the gang, that’s a 6-0 hit
can’t talk to a hoe, unless i’m finna hit

- ronehl

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