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ronsocold – in chicago lyrics

i had to run my guap up
these broke -ss n-gg-s tryna catch up
boy you look like yo -ss got asthma
you sayin thats yo b-tch but i ain’t ask ya
n-gg- ima still smash her
then i gotta go casper
trappin out an uber in atlanta
12 pull me over get no answers
bad asian b-tch her name anna
she whippin up that hannah montana
glock on my side like tom clancer (clancy)
it paint a n-gg- red like he santa
plug
i just dropped a xan in this fanta, and it got me fallin over
your b-tch ride my d-ck like a coaster
then she hop off like a sofa
baby im that n-gg- thought i told ya
these bandz in my pc-ket they can’t fold up
she tryna suck me up im like hollup
i can’t trust no thottie
im flexing while im grippin on this shotty
my traphouse jumpin like jeff hardy
ive been up for days off this molly
this sh-t got me geekin in the party
i f-cked this n-gg- b-tch i ain’t sorry
all these n-gg-s play is games like atari
n-gg-s always talk but ain’t gon’ do nothing
glock with a drum tec red beam
hollows h-t yo body rip yo d-mn spleen
this hoe hit my phone she dont want none
f-cking all these b-tches feel like brian pump
all i know is stunt call me stone cold
i just got a check h-lla zeros
i did all this sh-t in chicago

- ronsocold lyrics

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