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letra de black masks (feat. dj khela) - ronin (phonk)

waitin’ out front of my landlord house with a drac’ ’cause he gave me a four-week notice
i’ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it’s a stick of deodorant
my canada shorty told me i remind her of drake with the drizzy the way i’m controllin’ it
i put a hundred-round drum in that gl!ck, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
made ’em throw up the white flag, these ni–as forfeiting
we gon’ go back-to-back like it’s a tournament
i come from the gutter, b-tch, i was unfortunate
he tried to cop a qp, but i shorted him
she crunched up two perc 30s and snorted ’em
you ain’t thuggin’, i hеard you got locked up for loitering
have a baby by mе, baby, and i’m abortin’ ’em
and this ‘za go fast, so you gotta preorder ’em

i’m from outer sp-ce like a martian
you got too much dip on your chip, ni–a, park it
bullseye, make him a target
set him on fire, i hang with the arson (flame)
i leave ’em dearly departed
i don’t eat pork, so they call me mohammed
and i see the future, but i ain’t no prophet
if i catch my victim, he gettin’ demolished
hide the eight ball in the vent
run into the opps, sh-t gettin’ intense
sippin’ on green lean, i’m the grinch
i let the dope lock up like cement
the first ni–a run down gettin’ drenched
me and bro tied to the wrist like gimp
she put the dog food in the hemp
if he on that bullsh-t, he gettin’ lynched
tell ahk don’t shoot, but i shoot, i’m a hypocrite
talkin’ in codes, yeah, they think i’m illiterate
take a trip to the island, i’m boolin’ on gilligan
she ate two percs, but they ten milligram
i was sellin’ that seven, i sold him the winner, man
beat on my chest, i feel like the gorilla man
blue ran that chopstick, i’m havin’ cinnamon
these ni–as only gangster on the internet
waitin’ out front of my landlord house with a drac’ ’cause he gave me a four-week notice
i’ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it’s a stick of deodorant
my canada shorty told me i remind her of drake with the drizzy the way i’m controllin’ it
i put a hundred-round drum in that gl!ck, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
made ’em throw up the white flag, these ni–as forfeiting
we gon’ go back-to-back like it’s a tournament
i come from the gutter, b-tch, i was unfortunate
he tried to cop a qp, but i shorted him
she crunched up two perc 30s and snorted ’em
you ain’t thuggin’, i heard you got locked up for loitering
have a baby by me, baby, and i’m abortin’ ’em
and this ‘za go fast, so you gotta preorder ’em

- ronin phonk

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