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roney - the warn up freestyle lyrics

[intro: roney]
it’s rondawg
don’t get close, man (it’s snowman, the producer)
we in it
but they already know how i been comin’ though, so let’s get it, man
yeah

[verse: roney]
personally, i was on the block, with that third+degree (bah)
heat that would turn these n+ggas clothes into burgundy (burgundy)
goin’ in like burglary, dgc, we purge your streets (burglary, uh)
roney, know you heard of me, n+ggas wanna murder me (murder me)
listen, i’m a bigger deal, hammer with the heavy steel
chef up in the block, in the trap, i was makin’ meals (makin’ meal)
drop it in the water, then i shock it, like a f+ckin’ eel (watеr, water)
we don’t waste timе, carve heads, like orange peels
keep a fire flame, turn your main into oatmeal
let ’em stop, drop, then he roll, like a fire drill (drop)
i don’t need to pop a pill, green like a soccer field (nah)
opps tellin’ me that they ain’t opps, and it’s not for real
if you wanna plee, don’t see me, go see doctor phil (go see him)
young oj, and you just old, like the downer pill (these n+ggas old)
you a old geezer, that b+tch was a skeezer (skeezer)
so, i had to leave her, trade her for my niner (the bah, bah, bah)
live in a reality, your life is a blooper (bah, bah, bah)
oppers always preeing me, n+gga, you a snoozer (snoozer)
i don’t sleep, n+gga, i don’t even get tired (not at all)
drop the work in the water, scuba diver (drop the work)
got my hand over the heat, like camp fires (camp fires)
the glock look like a blow dryer (a blow dryer)
my n+gga, h, is freddy krueger, when i’m michael myers (mike myers)
pop up, where you n+ggas sleepin’? these n+ggas tired (don’t sleep)
homie, you the brokest, you gon’ need more bread (broke, broke)
speedin’ in the fast lane, you n+ggas is mopeds (i’m done)
i’m a make the coke stretch, i’m a make her p+ssy stretch (i’m done)
drop bands on your head, like [?]
gunnin’ from a court flex, marijuana compressed (yeah)
smokin’ in my cell, by myself, just to ease the stress (ease the stress)
every day it’s shoes on, mindy in the phone [?] (got it)
coolin’ with the docks den, rappin’ over beatbox
n+gga, you weren’t punchin’, i was doin’ lunges (uh)
eatin’ breakfast, lunch, dinner, and brunches (brunches)
shorty sayin’ i’m gettin’ fat, i don’t need a six+pack
hit it like a real n+gga, roney, ain’t no waste man (nah)
shoot it ’til the tec jam, lookin’ for the next man (jam, nah)
i don’t need no aim, i’ll shoot that n+gga, with my left hand
came up when i sold grams, now i f+ck with [?]
city’s mine, roney, grind, i don’t mean a slow jam (slow jam)

- roney lyrics

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