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rondonumbanine – og bobby johnson freestyle lyrics

[verse 1: rondonumbanine]
word on the street rondo going crazy
in traffic gone off a f-cking lazy
i ain’t trying to hear sh-t b-tch it’s f-ck you pay me
if i see a opp i’ma f-cking put him on the pavement
call me numbanine or rondo baby
i be going crazy i’m chi famous
i will pull up on a n-gga
up a couple glocks with a couple 30 shots make a n-gga diddy bop
d.rose home so lets turn up
i was cooling out with cdai smoking blunts
if you try to try me i’ll leave you stanking skunk
b-tch i’m on the money hunt
because i need a lot of stuff
word on the streets is rondo knuckle up (i don’t knuckle up)
catch a n-gga lacking and i’ma f-ck it up

[bridge: rondonumbanine]
edai!
lets go crazy n-gga
word on the street we up next
matter fact, we up now!
squa-squad! rip l’a! cdai, lets get it!

[verse 2: edai]
smokin’ on the tooka like it’s hookah
50 in the tec plus a cooler
n-gga i ain’t chasin’ no hoes in the street
n-gga i’m just lookin’ for the mula
where i’m from? tay600 always upping rugers
pop a lot of pills got a n-gga feeling zooted
i don’t got to ask, you don’t want war, do you?
word on the street, i’m a suspect
homicide left a lil’ n-gga’s mama upset
rondo got a rocket, don’t make us have to up that
b-tch we at the top, it feel good to be up there
n-gga in your city, show me love when i’m up there
young rich n-gga, hoes love when i’m up there
red tape everywhere, 22 dumped there
everybody k!llin’, n-gga ain’t no f-ckin’ love here
six-o, drinkin’ orange juice off a pill, let me roll
stop sneak dissin’, p-ssy n-gga, let us know
droppin’ six-o lil’ booka take his soul
coolin’ in the o, everybody got a pole
aiki on the way, everybody got to go
see a f-ckin’ opp, everybody got to blow, six-o

let’s get it! aye cdai turn up ! turn up on these f-ck n-ggas ! let’s get it!

[verse 3: cdai]
run up on his -ss with the mop stick
i ain’t playin’ with his -ss, i’ma drop him quick
then bail out, can’t tell now
shoot a n-gga, look, now they want to tell now
bullets float like boats, make ’em sail out
f-ckin’ on this thot, make her yell out
when she done suckin’ d-ck, she gotta bail out, dumb thot
yeawe in this b-tch, yeah we in this b-tch
run up on a n-gga -ss, untuck the semi quick
better dip, better get low, better get low
.40 on my hip, i’ma let that b-tch blow, boom!
shoutout ebk
them lil moes, them my bros with ’em every day
man tay my bro, he gon’ let it spray
can’t forget fivestar ridin’ with the k, rrrahhh!
lay your -ss down, back in the van, back to the town
dot on his nose, treat him like a clown
smokin’ on loud, dope b-tch! on loud

- rondonumbanine lyrics

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