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ear candy - ronehl lyrics

[intro: marwick & ronehl]
splat
i love you, ro
yeah

[verse 1: ronehl & marwick]
yeah, young jit walking with a glock 19
fourteen, f*cked a ho, she was like nineteen
shawty rubbing on my body, why she acting like me?
shawty wanna pipe me
i can k!ll any n*gga rapping on a type beat
put her on the bed, she gon’ l!ck it up, ice cream
talking on the ‘net, how ’bout you pull up and fight me?
uh, beat ’em like fight night
grown n*gga, still go to sleep with a nightlight
gettin’ h*lla mad ’cause i can’t load the pipe right
hit ’em with a hook, left, right, like mike ty’
choppa hit his head, it connect like some wi*fi
what you thinking of? what you finna do when you get ran on?
dry n*gga, hit him with a splat like a tampon
denim on my pants, five bands that i spent on (splat)

[verse 2: marwick]
had to get my mans, turn him up
five bands, think he won’t get a band in a month
tie yo’ hands around yo’ back, put your hands in a bun
like a d*mn captain, it’s the bands that i crunch
smoke gas and get high, so i land when i want
in a telegram ’cause i haven’t chiefed in a month
i’m a big dog, you can get sneaked like a mutt
p*ssy n*gga petty he ain’t get his deriod in a month
asian n*gga kick, taiwan
beyblade, spin up to your block ’cause a n*gga type dumb
we can slapbox with a gun
i beat up the coochie baby, can you clean your back when i’m done?
real sh*t, make a n*gga tighten up
mama said don’t go outside with them n*ggas ’cause them n*ggas like us
you can’t even own a minute when i’m up
i’ma run up a milly, my n*gga, just ’cause lil’ wayne [wasn’t enough?]
[verse 3: ronehl]
what the f*ck this n*gga talking about?
talk sh*t, n*gga, put a glock deep in his mouth
i be h*lla different, no, we cannot even it out
f*cking with me, n*gga, i can leave you deep in a drought
got a gun, n*gga? (yeah) better run, n*gga
solar flare with the glock, hotter than the sun, n*gga
i would let it pop, but he sweet, honey bun, n*gga
i don’t even really wanna talk to a lame, bet’ not walk up to me, unless you was talking ’bout the funds, n*gga
huh, where the cash at?
two man, where the bad b*tches? where the ass at?
heard your new song, better put it where the trash at
put a belt right to his ass, give him flashbacks

[verse 4: marwick]
put a belt right to his ass ’cause he earned it
’cause the bl!ck heat a n*gga up fast like a furnace
if the government shut down, i’m purging
no, you cannot come in my lane, no merging
cut a n*gga up, quit the job like a surgeon
lurking, creeping in the grass, more serpent (splat)
n*gga, i’m a whole different version
last ‘wick you seen was a whole different person
tell ’em to ‘fess up
i put all my haki in a blunt, so my n*gga, i be smoking a plethora
said, “lil’ n*gga, check up”
what you know ’bout snowbunny heaven? b*tch, i’m linking emily and vanessa
i pull up and text her
but i don’t even gotta send the addy ’cause the b*tch found me on geoguessr
might cuff and arrest her
lame n*gga named dexter, do the math, f*ck around and get lectured
pull up, get patty whacked, ‘wick in a cadillac
beat up her p*ssy, mayweather, i’m jabbing that
if you walk with a gun on yo’ hand, then i’m stabbing that
stepped on a mine, then i blew up, why you mad at that?
blitz that boy out his cash, i’m in my madden bag
b*tch, i’m breathing fire like lil’ ‘wick a dragon then
jit float up on the beat just like aladdin had
tsa, my b*tch thick, so i patent that (huh, on god, brr, brr, brr, splat)

- ronehl lyrics

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