Lyrics:
beers
So you're getting married good for you
Its first inning Braves are down by two
Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut
And don't ruin it for
trust you? (yea)
That's my lady
[Chorus]
Now what am I gonna do
What am I gonna say
Been in this position before
Put my man up on game
Said I
Or listen to me cause
Now what am I gonna do
What am I gonna say
Been in this postion before
Put my man up on game
Said I was tryna hate
Now he ain't my
trust you? (yea)
That's my lady
[Chorus]
Now what am I gonna do
What am I gonna say
Been in this position before
Put my man up on game
Said I
through your shit or your fucki'n brain
That's what you get when you chose to play the dope game
Bitch
Dope game, cocaine (in the game)
Dope game
me and try to sneak me out
Whoever thought you take the kinky route, ouch
Pain is pleasure
Mommy Ronnie had game forever
Mommy my hobbies ain't
Run Run Run
There's no room for your loose lips
Tonight
Playing kick the can
At the Anderson’s
Round 9
Come by
Ronnie Wilson
Will be there
We can
(Singing by Ronnie Spencer)
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
Why you peepin me
Everybody knows that
What you mad cause we datin'
Dog, it ain't like that
Bow, you know I got your back
I don't wanna see you get played by no hoodrat
Dog, she ain't
We're positive and no matter what you think we really care.
Games! Oh, ee, oh, oh, oh,
Games, games, games, games, games.
Somebody said somebody
And I'm loving you too, and I really need it, baby
You know me, I'm a G And I go by Ronnie P
Have you on your knees, feeling so weak
Baby I'm gon' make
Peaking up peaking up
Stepping like shadow killshot like D Wade
Tomahawk dunk like lbj
Kissing like married the game
F**k what they say
The city go frozen
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
It be the same situation
Round this motherfucker
Niggas hate ya for what you got
And trying to keep it undercover
It's a dirty game
So I gotta play
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I gives a fuck about it like the next L.A. Clippers' game (bitch)
I kill you in ways you couldn't even
of life and vibrance
Side by side, wherever you was riding, I went
So close, almost on some Bonnie and Clyde shit
When Ronnie died you was right by my
a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself
a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her?
I'ma name her Bonnie
I read about your uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry
I had a friend kill himself
that's why I'm one of the hottest guys that you know around
If you was told your whole life that you wasn't gon' be shit
That's what you gon' think, "you
anyways, F it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
Ronnie P, let me talk to you
Situation's of mine are revealing
Many of my wishes, man, they never came true
And it seems nowadays they forget about
Ronnie P, let me talk to you
Situation's of mine are revealing
Many of my wishes, man, they never came true
And it seems nowadays they forget about
like a big snack
Fuck making dents in the game
I made a huge crack
Showing my worth
Gonna have to take this track in a hearse
Always been held down by
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