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letra de patron on the rocks - ya boy

yeah n-gg- your girl know him
bay area bully, whole mouth frozen
still got the big 4-4 on him
tatted like a death row inmate: no grin
young ya boy, hotter than the oven
’cause racket like the u-s-o been
i get mo’ money, mo’ dough, mo’ yin
mo’ chedder, mo’ scribble, mo’ scratch, mo’ ins
holla at your boy when i’m in your city (b-tch)
i’m a bad boy, i don’t know p-diddy
young feel mo’ slim, fresco city
when i leave the club
all the ho’s come with me
patrone on the rocks blowin’ quartz in the air
got your girl on my c-ck
baby boy i’m a player
got the toast in the spot
you don’t wanna get popped
so hood, so block, so drunk i got

ho’s on my c-ck and patron on the rocks (i got) [x8]

we bottle poppin’
you c-ck blockin’
i’m on my gorilla’s, oh sh-t
hood n-gg-, half a mil on my neck
and i wish you would n-gg-
i don’t wanna do a song with you
i’m good n-gg-
i ain’t at the bar ’cause the bar at my table
precise gang and i’m the star of the label
two chains, both hang down to my navel
i don’t need a record deal, look i’m stable
yeah i’m good baby girl i’m straight
i’ve been the n-gg- m-th-rf-cker you lay
step up in the spot with that kushy smell
tryin’ to get your girl to show me how that p-ssy feel
all black congac, same old 2 step
b-tch on my d-ck and she still ain’t moved yet
still get it hot, baby girl we can rock
maybe the watch is the reason why i got

ho’s on my c-ck and patron on the rocks (i got) [x4]

- ya boy

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