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letra de road rage - ronshach

[intro]
(bruh n’ laws)

[pre-chorus]
we can go by, f-ck up a road rage i’ma crash out
i’m the chosen one, come lay with me we can roll one smoke a blunt
i’m on my knees i’m praying to god i apologize
for my sins, for my sins

[chorus]
swear to god i won’t do it again, i hold my hands together and give you a promise (what)
we can f-ck up in the back of the benz ya’ boyfriend calling, do that n-gga know u is wildin’? (what)
on g, p-ssy n-gga i defeat any f-ck n-gga lookin’ at me b-tch i’ma problem (what)
i got more chicken than popeyes box, n-gga, probably got more bread than panera probably

[verse 1]
ebony gon’ give me, black head no acne
i receive it, why
i receive it
dawg, a n-gga got gеt rid of the demons i’m bleedin’
pull the triggеr on the f-cking nina i’m squeezin’
i’m leavin’, a real n-gga don’t f-ck with these people (hey)
cheese it, a n-gga gettin’ cheese, f-ck a visa
like how the f-ck, and why the f-ck these n-ggas wanna be me
looking at my neck a frozen or a liter
i’m on the mic with a band in my pocket, stop watchin’ you might get jung’ fever
[chorus]
swear to god i won’t do it again, i hold my hands together and give you a promise (what)
we can f-ck up in the back of the benz, ya’ boyfriend calling, do that n-gga know u is wildin’? (what)
on g, p-ssy n-gga i defeat any f-ck n-gga lookin’ at me b-tch i’ma problem (what)
i got more chicken than popeyes box, n-gga, probably got more bread than panera probably

[verse 2]
i’ma keep it a bean, i’m fleein’ the scene
police won’t catch me, police won’t catch me
leave it to me shawty, i can get that p-ssy wet if it’s clean shawty (what)
bon appetit, lil’ shawty petite, girl (what)
girl do you mind if i intervene shawty
or if i come over (what)
i can put a lil’ some, some up on ya’
she long skirt with the all black demonia
oh, she a flirt, she a flirt, mi bomba (clat)

[bridge]
put that thang up on me, i can give you anything you want
just call me, and i can be your genie
just give me three wishes, and call up on me, and call up on me

[chorus]
swear to god i won’t do it again, i hold my hands together and give you a promise (what)
we can f-ck up in the back of the benz, ya’ boyfriend calling, do that n-gga know u is wildin’? (what)
on g, p-ssy n-gga i defeat any f-ck n-gga lookin’ at me b-tch i’ma problem (what)
i got more chicken than popeyes box, n-gga, probably got more bread than panera probably
[post-chorus]
we can go by, f-ck up a road rage i’ma crash out
i’m the chosen one, come lay with me we can roll one smoke a blunt
i’m on my knees i’m praying to god i apologize
for my sins, for my sins

- ronshach

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