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roney - for real lyrics

[chorus]
flipping a pie we running the block for real, yeah
and if he wilding he can get shot for real, yeah
i pray my dawg he gets his appeal
we like the navy we up in the field
he can get shot for real
he can get popped like he was a pill

[verse 1]
she gonna treat me like the man
roney the big dawg with a plan
she got her face down for the bands
she said her friends saying she a fan
i got a bag of b+tches relax
they be the baddest b+tches it’s facts
he need to learn send that boy to class
little n+gga better focus on his math, focus
ride it, that lil’ b+tch she pilot
sinners, wilding
we give out work consignment
if he don’t pay back we find him
bad lil’ ting gon’ line him
burner that came with a silence
so you won’t hear a thing when we sliding
do a hit like 007
treat a opp like a d+mn lil’ peasant
didn’t cry when i got my sentence
ron dawg i’m too independent
i’ma get my money start ghosting
pockets on strong hulk hogan
that stick it stays in the denim
put your man on game he lofting
[chorus]
flipping a pie we running the block for real, yeah
and if he wilding he can get shot for real, yeah
i pray my dawg he gets his appeal
we like the navy we up in the field
he can get shot for real
he can get popped like he was a pill

[verse 2]
pop him, do the boy dirt so rotten
often, run up these bands so often
man they put my mans in a coffin
now it’s up and there’s no long talking
got 12 lil’ sh+lls in the cartridge
he a goon, what’s a goon to a martian
run up a cheque, step on a neck
won’t settle for less just give me respect
he wanna flex like he make a mess
but he won’t invest in 40’s and tec’s
that little bullet go right through your chest
he begging for breath, but there’s nothing left
shorty she wild she begging for s+x
opp think i’m dumb but i’m playing chess
run up with drums playing a set
i made her guess
she know i’m young but i’m gonna f+ck like a vet’, mhmm
just know who you next to
girl i want you, be my next boo
i’m far from simple
come see what i been through
[chorus]
flipping a pie we running the block for real, yeah
and if he wilding he can get shot for real, yeah
i pray my dawg he gets his appeal
we like the navy we up in the field
he can get shot for real
he can get popped like he was a pill

[outro]
he can get shot for real
he can get popped for real
pop him like he was a pill
my n+ggas doing the drills
my n+ggas doing the

- roney lyrics

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