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trenches - ronrontheproducer lyrics

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[intro]
ronron, do that sh*t

[chorus: z money]
we f*ck up a million, far from the trenches
just got a feeling, and i ain’t talking [?]
time to go, i just [?] the store, getting [?]
do you hit your nose? ’cause i got that work [?]
[?] she over [?]
n*ggas that be capping, see [?] then they vanish
real big dawg, baby girl, understand it
ten fours on [?] b*tch [?] plastic

[verse 1: z money]
[?]
got that sh*t up in my vaines, i’m a making money b*st*rd
me and you, we not the same, hundred shots, don’t need no aim
you ain’t tryna get no money, why the f*ck you came?
came in with a whole bunch of hundreds, f*ck her on her stomach
[?] new vert, the b*tch [?]
new perses, hating n*ggas, they the worst
the money, i’ve been thirsting
getting cash, and it’s starting early
the money is important, roll up a hundred [?] b*tches gon’ snort [?]
[?] from florida
i ain’t get it back, that’s the motherf*cking order
designer ice attack, i can’t take no f*cking shortage
[?] i just gave one to your daughter
fendi sneakers [?] don’t think you can aford it
i don’t wanna [?] n*gga, you annoying
[chorus: z money]
we f*ck up a million, far from the trenches
just got a feeling, and i ain’t talking [?]
time to go, i just [?] the store, getting [?]
do you hit your nose? ’cause i got that work [?]
[?] she over [?]
n*ggas that be capping, see [?] then they vanish
real big dawg, baby girl, understand it
ten fours on [?] b*tch [?] plastic

[verse 2: baby smoov]
i came up off phones, and a lil bit of plastic
in louis vuitton, 3 k for my jacket
i’m about all the [?] ’cause i gotta have it
play with me in my city, i bet it get tragic
my brodie fresh out, he live just like a savage
my brodie fresh out, he’ll come for your cabbage
i wear off white, when i’m dipping and dabbing
ducked off with your b*tch, now she listen [?]
if you look at my cup, then that’s wokky and red
them crips in l.a., they’ll run in your crib
shoot him in his chin, [?]
ain’t nothing but pints and pots in my fridge

[chorus: z money]
we f*ck up a million, far from the trenches
just got a feeling, and i ain’t talking [?]
time to go, i just [?] the store, getting [?]
do you hit your nose? ’cause i got that work [?]
[?] she over [?]
n*ggas that be capping, see [?] then they vanish
real big dawg, baby girl, understand it
ten fours on [?] b*tch [?] plastic

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