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ro$ama - bolaji كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: monaleo]
ayy, it’s leo
uh, all of my life i knew i was great (huh)
was just turning seven in 2008 (huh)
obama elected, he running the states (huh, huh)
i’m running the class, they running in place (huh)
make hoes pay the rent and stay in they place (yeah)
at first n_ggas love you and then come to hate (yeah)
i been had the heart i ain’t need a pace (yeah)
i knew it was fishy, i ain’t bite the bait (b_tch)
money, cars, clothes, yeah, yeah b_tches’ hoes we already know (losеr)
tell me what you doing, to look out for your peoplе, n_gga do you help your bros? (huh?)
is you a stand_up n_gga? tell me do you tip the fiends at the texaco? (tell me)
and when your cousin ask for weed do you give him gas or sell him oregano? (ugh)
do you take your b_tch to mexico?
when your b_tch tripping is you texting hoes? (huh?)
and when the feds sit you down do you get to tellin’ like you in confessionals? (p_ssy)
she gon’ f_ck you for a feature, f_ck you for a beat, me i’m professional (dummy)
and if you’re sh_t ain’t slappin’ n_gga i’m a real b_tch i’ma let you know (it’s big leo)

[chorus: ro$ama, monaleo]
rich_ass n_gga, i’m c_cky (six)
my wrist (uh_huh), ice hockey (d_mn)
i’m playing with bucks, milwaukee (swish)
my lawyer (who?), bolaji
huh, i’m a real b_tch (yeah), i’m c_cky (yeah)
i don’t f_ck with a pig, wallahi (sl_t)
i ain’t tryna kick sh_t, miyagi (p_ssy)
you can hit my lawyer, bolaji (ugh)
[verse 2: ro$ama]
watch how i walk
i could’ve stepped on these p_ssy ass n_ggas in these black cat 3’s (could’ve stepped)
why you offended by me, prolly cause i ball on these hoes like angel reese (swish)
wooded out drac’ this 223 could’ve chopped down one of them big ass trees (grrrrah)
i carry a bird, so much green on me i could’ve went to unt (sh_t)
these n_ggas be tender like tyson (ugh)
mob stick mean but flow the nicest (what?)
haircut dazzling diamonds (ice)
european wrist, this watch from isis (uh_huh)
haters got t__th they bitin’ (they bitin’)
if i keep k!lling beats i might get indicted (sh_t)
big ass chop, 51 big ass shots in this air like alien sightings (fah)
we having motion lil baby gotta be four pockets full just to step on the stage (just to step)
i been a street runner, paint the sky red for my n_ggas ain’t never had to ride the wave (i know)
got sick of the streets we had few gangs in a choke right before we had stepped in the j’s (okay)
i came out the mud but the clean up nice i got this sh_t made it’s s.a.m.a (on god)

- roama

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