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lirik lagu baking soda – ron lee

surrounded by some k!llers
in the streets it ain’t safe n*gga
and i ain’t trippin
b*tch we ridin on the back street

from south richmond to br
yeahh we got it cheap
baking soda, pyrex bowls
this sh*t blowing up (yeahh)

getting rich in the kitchen
money ain’t folding up (naw)
thousand grams, dog food
and i ain’t sold enough (oh yeahh)

vvs’s in my necklace
b*tch you know it us (come on)
baking soda, pyrex bowls
this sh*t blowing up (yeahh)

getting rich in the kitchen
money ain’t folding up (naw)
thousand grams, dog food
and i ain’t sold enough (oh yeahh)

vvs’s in my necklace
b*tch you know it us (come on)
still working in the kitchen b*tch
we serving daily turnt a quarter

i’m talking nine, to a whole birdie
mane this sh*t around my neck
cost a light thirty
my n*gga hit me for a block

i told him give me thirty (give me thirty)
and i ain’t trippin b*tch
we ridin on the back street
from south richmond to br

yeahh we got it cheap
i love the girl but the nyl
keep on calling me
brown, grey, white the dog

let the puppies breed
if you ain’t listening
let me bring yo ass up to speed
don’t be talking bout no dog if yeen got a b

i love the chickens love it raw
b*tch we got it cheap (f*cking right)
i’m in the streets breaking off
b*tch i got a key

yeah n*gga big dog out this b*tch n*gga
big boss sh*t n*gga
riding foreigns everyday
out this b*tch n*gga

jaguar n*gga, porsche trucks n*gga
four door porches n*gga, audi a8’s
naa im saying

baking soda, pyrex bowls
this sh*t blowing up (yeahh)
getting rich in the kitchen
money ain’t folding up (naw)

thousand grams, dog food
and i ain’t sold enough (oh yeahh)
vvs’s in my necklace
b*tch you know it us (come on)
baking soda, pyrex bowls
this sh*t blowing up (yeahh)
getting rich in the kitchen
money ain’t folding up (naw)

thousand grams, dog food
and i ain’t sold enough (oh yeahh)
vvs’s in my necklace
b*tch you know it us (come on)

it’s mr.trap or die a seventeen five
a break them b*tches down
and charge five for a nine
dope jumpin out the gym

got the feens getting high
unc knew i was a hustler
say he seen it in my eyes
hundred thousand dollar plays

trap or die money
ten thousand in a day
say f*ck that rap money
i got truck loads on the way

i finish with this b*tch
another truck load on the way
my plug show me love
and sent a truck load on my face

(on my face n*gga) (yeahh)
(plug showed me love
and get a truck load off my face n*gga)
(off my face n*gga)

street sh*t forreal n*gga
run me up a hunnid
and put twenty in the safe n*gga
yeah (yeah) gotta stack that sh*t n*gga
surrounded by some k!llers in the streets

it ain’t safe n*gga
sh*t real n*gga (yeahh)
tryna run off with pack
lil bra gone shoot you in your face n*gga (bow)

baking soda, pyrex bowls
this sh*t blowing up (yeahh)
getting rich in the kitchen
money ain’t folding up (naw)

thousand grams, dog food
and i ain’t sold enough (oh yeahh)
vvs’s in my necklace
b*tch you know it us (come on)

baking soda, pyrex bowls
this sh*t blowing up (yeahh)
getting rich in the kitchen
money ain’t folding up (naw)

thousand grams, dog food
and i ain’t sold enough (oh yeahh)
vvs’s in my necklace
b*tch you know it us (come on)

- ron lee

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