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yung ro - shrooms كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
uh, yeah
tell me how you feel
she said, “alright, what you wanna do?”
baow, yeah

[chorus]
which one of you bald head ass hoes said i ain’t gettin’ to the money? (who?)
i ain’t thumbin’ through a hundred (i know he ain’t), like my trap ain’t really jumping (baow)
who all these n_ggas i be frontin’? (yeah)
put my freedom on the line for this, no n_gga ain’t gave me nothin’ (yeah)
old friends up in they feels like i ain’t keep that sh_t one hundred (huh?)
i ain’t tryna put n_ggas on that ain’t tried to help me get no money (friends?)
he don’t want no bread, he gon’ end up dead, that n_gga a flunkey
i ain’t gotta do no runnin’ (runnin’), i’m the onе who got it jumping (jump that)
got relationships with my junkies (yeah), еven teeda know how i’m comin’
[verse 1]
look, i’m cutting up strips of bacon, ain’t no nickels inside this piggy bank (nah)
she don’t know where i stay, we f_ck in rooms ’cause that’s my sneaky link (that’s my_)
i show love to all my hoes, i take her shopping, that’s my stinky stinky (that’s my stink)
never cross my partner, i pinky promise (yeah) with a pinky ring (b_tch)
mister, if he don’t, then i will (the realest), biggest p
i just broke a b_tch who had on high heels, look at me (look at me)
looking down on b_tches, now i see how god feel (yeah)
my son say he love me ’cause my (’cause my), ’cause my car look like hot wheels (skrrt, vroom)
asphalt, fast car (yeah), suck it ’til you gag on it (baow)
know i’m from the hood, i treat a rolls royce like a nascar (yeah, skrrt)
i’ma send a blitz to make sure he don’t get that pass off (come here, a blitz)
fifty shots in this glizzy (grrt), zach, he lying, say he ran off
super l!ck, soon as i walk in the room, she take her pants off (come here)
“ro, you trippin'” (yeah), how you got that money and cut yo’ mans off? (grrt)
i was tired of doing favors, so i put tape up on my end (man)
took my heart from out my chest (oh, sh_t) and cut my hands off (yeah, yeah)
yeah, she fine but i don’t trust her (baow)
i can’t beef behind no ‘cat, i’m not no sucker (uh_uh)
i’m not hollywood at all, i still f_ck a ho with my brothers (you will?)
married to the trap (baow), i done went put rings on each knuckle (yeah)
got a mean hustle (baow), fetty wap will make yo’ knees buckle

[chorus]
which one of you bald head ass hoes said i ain’t gettin’ to the money? (who?)
i ain’t thumbin’ through a hundred (ayy, stop playin’), like my trap ain’t really jumping
who all these n_ggas i be frontin’? (what?)
put my freedom on the line for this, no n_gga ain’t gave me nothin’ (uh_uh)
old friends up in they feels like i ain’t keep that sh_t one hundred
i ain’t tryna put n_ggas on that ain’t tried to help me get no money (friends?)
he don’t want no bread, he gon’ end up dead, that n_gga a flunkey
i ain’t gotta do no runnin’ (yeah), i’m the one who got it jumping (run)
got relationships with my junkies (brrt), even teeda know how i’m comin’
[verse 2]
yeah, teeda know how i’m comin’ (yeah), teeda know how i rock it (b_tch)
teeda know i’ll turn this b_tch up (brrt, grrt), ro keep his glock (well, yeah)
n_ggas know i’m good across the world (yeah), but they know i f_ck with wop (they know i f_ck with wop)
yeah, i f_ck hoes up in the trap, she dead, she send that drop (baow), you b_tch
baow_baow, get back (come here), puttin’ him in a sh_t bag (yeah)
them n_ggas know who did that, dry snitchin’ with yo’ b_tch ass (yeah)
i don’t wear designer, this say rich tag (this say rich tag)
i don’t know how to treat a b_tch right, so i f_ck ’em all with my lil’ rich ass (haha)
“ro, you tricking, no you didn’t, yes you is, you gave old girl” (shh)
shut up, b_tch, stay out my business, i’m the rawest in this city (baow)
i’ma treat her like a sl_t, even though she pretty
and you ain’t even gotta watch my back (ain’t gotta watch my back)
i ain’t ricky, i got my crack up in my britches

[chorus]
which one of you bald head ass hoes said i ain’t gettin’ to the money? (who?)
i ain’t thumbin’ through a hundred (ayy, stop playin’ with me), like my trap ain’t really jumping (what?)
who all these n_ggas i be frontin’? (what?)
put my freedom on the line for this, no n_gga ain’t gave me nothin’ (hmm?)
old friends up in they feels like i ain’t keep that sh_t one hundred (yes, sir)
i ain’t tryna put n_ggas on that ain’t tried to help me get no money (no friends)
he don’t want no bread, he gon’ end up dead, that n_gga a flunkey (baow)
i ain’t gotta do no runnin’ (yeah), i’m the one who got it jumping
got relationships with my junkies, even teeda know how i’m comin’ (yeah)
[outro]
teeda know how i’m comin’
teeda know how i’m comin’
teeda know how i’m comin’
teeda, yeah
is you really gang?
is you really gang?
is you really gang?
don’t know f5, double m for life
we up, baby, baow
what you wanna do?
yeah, i’ma stick wit’ it, hmm
yeah, keep all that
double r trucks, baow, yeah

- yung ro

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