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real niggas fuck with me - rondoe lyrics

[verse 1]
my son and my daughter, got me hustling harder
i ain’t worried bout what we gone eat tomorrow
pay me my n*gga r pay me no attention
i ain’t playing out c’here, i’m really trying to get it
i been grinding, tony hawk couldn’t tell me sh*t
??? this sh*t, nah cutty, f*ck the d*cks
i don’t f*ck with n*ggas that can potentially hop the fence
i can sell a b*tch or a zip, i sell all type of sh*t
burn a n*gga ass, but the money is the motive
sliding in a scr*pper, getting this paper on ’em
i yoke out the driveway, make it get sideways
doing no more than seventy on the highway
riding on blades, bad b*tch with me
she sell her p*ssy for me, and give me every penny
ball like penny, or ball like mike bibby
suckas don’t like me but the real n*ggas f*cks me wit me

[instrumental]

[verse 2]
pulled up to the stoplight, n*ggas looking funny
the way they was looking, you’ll think i owe ’em money
i clutched on my sh*t and let my window halfway down
they just wanted to tell me, i got flow and i run the town
i said that’s what’s up my n*ggas, then kept it pushing
i was heavy on the gas, headed to where it juggin’
and if my phone get slow, i’m picking up your b*tch
she been calling all week, begging for the d*ck
she want me to slide through and put my b*lls on her chin
told her probably later on, baby i’m on the grit (baby i’m on the grit)
and for you squares, n*gga that mean i’m hustling
and cutty i stay on the post like tim duncan
i’m just sayin, you n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
just ask em, they gone tell you who got the streets
man i’m chilling, in a little town, k!lling it
and i don’t give a f*ck if you b*tch n*ggas feel this (feel this)
[instrumental]

- rondoe lyrics

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