Lyrics:
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 side
With
(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
on the bench with splinters
Beggin your coach let you play for a minute
The last seconds of the game you still waitin to enter
I ain't gotta hear the buzzer
with no end
Tossed by the wind and sea
And when I'm incomplete
Just one request from me
God take my heart forever, it's Yours
Make me Your
on a farm
Don't let em catch you again
You know they after your head
I say my ways
May have changed
I wouldn't know
My mind so gone
Try not to look
All those truths you learned from long ago
What do they know
What do they know
And all the ones who looked you in your eyes
Where do they go
Where do
happen
Imma light it up, burn it down then see what's popping
I'm the type of dude that had it rough, growing up
Bullied by these jokers, Call me Bruce
Niggas ain't know what I'm playin'
2020 It was like a video game (Game)
Now I'm on top like I just beat a level (What?)
I got a SRT (What?)
Speedin' off
(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
Big Ronnie sick (Sick)
I'm hopin' he gon' pull through
I'm 'bout to take a ride (Ride)
And jump real deep in the game
Since my grandma died, I swear
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that,
(What)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (Aye)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (J Bird On The Fucking Beat)
B.G.G E.N.T
Rep it till I D.I.E (What
to the crooks
I don't book a flight
I just fly out the book
I don't give a shit what
Your parents have cooked
I got bigger fish to fry
The way Pan's leaving Hooks
saw, really's
What I tell you to see
You will
Golden Boy vs Floyd
You got hyped by your boys
But in the ring you fail to compete
It's true
I'ma need
and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the Benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
Niggas! Grip
a tight one, what you wanna do? Fight or run?
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
got this hustle, get money all ways
Playing in the game man the world's an arcade
I'm the real intelligent fuck what dawg say
Fucking with my squad I
you what they call pain, in the eyes of O.G.
Go Nas, you as young as OD
[Black Child]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in
wanna know
What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass niggas?
Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will, gonna put your hat
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that,
a tight one, what you wanna do? Fight or run?
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your clicks,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
get to dashin
I mastered the game, accurate aim
Put two in you
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin the floor
(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
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