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ronin (phonk) - scared lyrics

(and you know what ni++a, you actin’ like a lil’ b+tch right now
you actin’ real paranoid and sh+t
now these motherf+ckers smoked your god d+mn cousin in front of you ni++a
blew his head off in front of your face
and you ain’t’ gonna do sh+t?
you actin’ like a lil’ b+tch right now ni++a
man, f+ck that, i ain’t’ lettin’ that sh+t slide
we gon’ go out there and smoke all those motherf+ckers
i don’t care who the f+ck out there
god d+mn it)

(raise up lil’ b+tch)

i knew this cat, told his business to my dogs sister
he drive a benz truck, chrome rims with the wolfies
had a house on the south side, black haven
full of bricks of heroin, he got my dogs thinking
i told him get the information, find out where he play
had one of them gals suck his d+ck, and find out where he stay
i got the information then we put the plot in motion
money and cut throat b+tches is the daily potion
then he drank it and rocked to sleep, on the street
ain’t no nappers, walking l!ck, man buzzing in the hood like a rapper
ni++a crazier than the b+tch, must be high on the sh+t
cuz if my pockets get low, i’ma try me a b+tch
a pistol and a scale, some boy and some bells
a pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
a pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
a pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
a pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
a pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale

we staked his house out for days
pulled up in the driveway
pulled up right behind his ass, with the pumps and ak’s
bust the window out the driver seat, sn+tched him out
and shot a .357 barrel in his mouth
now will the money take us to the safehouse or
b+tch i swear to god, i’ma blow yo brains out hard hoe
tied him up, this sh+t gettin’ drastic
my ni++a threw him in the trunk with a bit of plastic
took us to the spot that we knew about
2 ni++as came out
one was waving a 9, my ni++a shot and took him out
ni++a started streaming out please don’t k!ll me mane
slapped him with the pistol across his head until we see brains
uzi left the scene, 28 pounds of guns, 7 bricks of that boy, it was all good
then we took that sh+t right back to the hood
broke that sh+t down, and sold it in the hood

a pistol and a scale, some boy and some bells
a pistol and a scale, ounces of the scale
a pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale
a pistol and a scale, a pistol and a scale

- ronin phonk lyrics

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