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rtb mb - rangerov lyrics

rangerov lyrics
[intro]
rtb
yeah, alright
range rov’
tell lil’ baby just to change clothes
her ass fat, titties shaped like a
yeah, alright
(where’d you get that money, james?)

[chorus]
range rov’ (yeah)
tell lil’ baby just to change clothes (huh?)
her ass fat, titties shaped like a mango (no cap)
she told me, yeah, okay
she told me hit it from the back, i’m finna ram, durango (yeah, yeah)
exotic whip, i’m finna whip it, django (uh+huh)
chokeslam off the top, call me kane, ho
rollie presidential cost thirty, but it’s plain, though
i just pulled up with big glock, i got range, ho

[verse]
yeah, huh, i feel like dame lill’ (yeah)
only hang with day+one n+ggas that remain real (no cap)
got two twins suckin’, they got the same feel (d+mn)
my n+gga lost his life on the block, i feel that pain still (f+ck)
i can say rest in peace ’cause a n+gga died for it (no cap)
yeah, your time comin’ too since you wanna ride for him (yeah, n+gga)
i got love for all my n+ggas, yeah, they know i’ll lie for ’em (huh?)
ain’t n0body pressin’ sh+t, them n+ggas tryna hide (yeah)
i ain’t with the wrestlin’, i’m really tryna slide (yeah)
if stewie turn to bando, know some n+ggas ’bout to die (’bout to die)
nuk throwin’ nickels at some hoes, throwin’ up the five (yeah)
know my ex+b+tch sick, got her throwin’ up inside
made my next b+tch rich, it’s a foreign when she drive (huh?)
why the f+ck you on that ‘gram? that boring+ass live (man, come on, bruh)
why you askin’ who i’m f+ckin’, knowin’ you decide? (why the f+ck you askin’?)
saw a n+gga switch, yeah, he be cappin’ too (huh?)
hoes ain’t throwin’ ass for you, they don’t even ask for you (yeah)
wearin’ uspa in the club, hoes, they gon’ laugh at you (what the f+ck?)
i remember days when a n+gga would blast for you (huh?)
suit up with them k’s, did some sh+t you ain’t have to do (b+tch)
huh, but i ain’t switchin’ on the gang (never)
b+tch came through, range crew, trippin’ with the chain (d+mn)
i got a chain too, i can’t move, i’m chillin’ in my lane (come on)
made her ass call me pops ’cause i’m really tryna bang
[chorus]
range rov’ (yeah)
tell lil’ baby just to change clothes
her ass fat, titties shaped like a mango
she told me, yeah, okay
she told me hit it from the back, i’m finna ram, durango
exotic whip, i’m finna whip it, django
chokeslam off the top, call me kane, ho
rollie presidential cost thirty, but it’s plain, though
i just pulled up with big glock, i got range, ho

[outro]
yeah

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