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ron$ocold - nachos lyrics

[intro:]
-i can’t waste my time on no thot hoe-
-i just wanna f-ck, then i dip like some nachos-
-say you gettin’ money but you know that it’s not yours-
-you know that it’s not yours-

[hook: ronsocold]
i can’t waste my time on no thot hoe
i just wanna f-ck, then i dip like some nachos
say you gettin’ money but you know that it is not yours
and i got the pole, oh huh, you trying to fight, bro?
turn your kickback to a d-mn kicked door
spent a couple thousand on the d-mn ‘fit, though
you can’t get a thing, you can come and kick rocks, hoe
all about my chips, ’bout my d-mn nachos
i could never love a hoe, or save a hoe
i’ma just hit the b-tch, onto the next hoe
hi-tech, b-tch i pour it in the faygo
mango got me moving slow like a d-mn snail

[verse: slime dollaz]
pull up hunned (?) baby d-mn near look like it’s a jungle (huh)
i got a hunned guns, i swear it feel like i’m the army (huh)
now baby, (huh) i take her -ss to the moon (yeah)
you can drank me, you can drank my cup
i don’t know what you want to do (slatt, slatt)
i’m just with my brother ronsocold (slatt, slatt)
i remember me and my brother, we were sharin’ coats (slatt, slatt)
baby, don’t i look like f-ckin’ zayn?
you gonna tell your friends i made you f-ck on my d-mn thing
yes, i love to slide with that d-mn ‘k (woah)
yes, i shoot a n-gg- in his d-mn face (woah)
and you can say you can be my main lady
but you better not tell a d-mn thing (woah)
’cause you see what me do (slatt, slatt)
stay shooting that lil’ pump on the thing (?) (slatt slatt)
now sh-t is real, (huh) yeah you cannot pop no more pills yeah (huh)
i swear to god i wanna motherf-ckin’ k!ll them
i feel like kyle korver with this f-ckin’ pistol (slatt)

[hook: ronsocold]
i can’t waste my time on no thot hoe
i just wanna f-ck, then i dip like some nachos
say you getting money but you know that it’s not yours
and i got the pole, oh huh, you trying to fight, bro?
turn your kickback to a d-mn kicked door
spent a couple thousand on the d-mn ‘fit, though
you can’t get a thing, you can come and kick rocks, hoe
all about my chips, bout my d-mn nachos
i could never love a hoe, or save a hoe
i’ma just hit the b-tch, onto the next hoe
hi-tech, b-tch i pour it in the faygo
mango got me moving slow like a d-mn snail

- ronocold lyrics

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