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ronin (phonk) - black masks (feat. dj khela) lyrics

waitin’ out front of my landlord house with a drac’ ’cause he gave me a four+week notice
i’ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it’s a stick of deodorant
my canada shorty told me i remind her of drake with the drizzy the way i’m controllin’ it
i put a hundred+round drum in that gl!ck, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
made ’em throw up the white flag, these ni++as forfeiting
we gon’ go back+to+back like it’s a tournament
i come from the gutter, b+tch, i was unfortunate
he tried to cop a qp, but i shorted him
she crunched up two perc 30s and snorted ’em
you ain’t thuggin’, i hеard you got locked up for loitering
have a baby by mе, baby, and i’m abortin’ ’em
and this ‘za go fast, so you gotta preorder ’em

i’m from outer sp+ce like a martian
you got too much dip on your chip, ni++a, park it
bullseye, make him a target
set him on fire, i hang with the arson (flame)
i leave ’em dearly departed
i don’t eat pork, so they call me mohammed
and i see the future, but i ain’t no prophet
if i catch my victim, he gettin’ demolished
hide the eight ball in the vent
run into the opps, sh+t gettin’ intense
sippin’ on green lean, i’m the grinch
i let the dope lock up like cement
the first ni++a run down gettin’ drenched
me and bro tied to the wrist like gimp
she put the dog food in the hemp
if he on that bullsh+t, he gettin’ lynched
tell ahk don’t shoot, but i shoot, i’m a hypocrite
talkin’ in codes, yeah, they think i’m illiterate
take a trip to the island, i’m boolin’ on gilligan
she ate two percs, but they ten milligram
i was sellin’ that seven, i sold him the winner, man
beat on my chest, i feel like the gorilla man
blue ran that chopstick, i’m havin’ cinnamon
these ni++as only gangster on the internet
waitin’ out front of my landlord house with a drac’ ’cause he gave me a four+week notice
i’ma walk down on my opps, stock under my armpit like it’s a stick of deodorant
my canada shorty told me i remind her of drake with the drizzy the way i’m controllin’ it
i put a hundred+round drum in that gl!ck, when it hang from the glizzy, it look like an ornament
made ’em throw up the white flag, these ni++as forfeiting
we gon’ go back+to+back like it’s a tournament
i come from the gutter, b+tch, i was unfortunate
he tried to cop a qp, but i shorted him
she crunched up two perc 30s and snorted ’em
you ain’t thuggin’, i heard you got locked up for loitering
have a baby by me, baby, and i’m abortin’ ’em
and this ‘za go fast, so you gotta preorder ’em

- ronin phonk lyrics

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