LP Rambo - Donion Ring lyrics
[LP Rambo - Donion Ring lyrics]
Who you yelling at from cross the
Street like I ain't clutching?
You ain't gone see me near he
Doing all that talk for nothing
He a super junkie
I be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
I aim for that pumkin
Ain't that something? Ain't a
Chance for running
Let me find out he talked out
His neck that nigga donion
I'll put a hole in a nigga like a Funyun
Too many hoes out here
Laughing like shit funny
It ain't shit to get you smoked
They crazy for some money
We got hollow tips
Don't come round here unless
You change your gear
And these niggas lowkey jealous gotta
Keep еm out my ear
You ain't 24 karat, diamonds
I don't want you in my ear
Flow sick I probably got Corona, no no
Not the beer
You ain't robbing, shooting, trapping
Gеt your bitch ass out of here
Tello shoot you in your forehead take
Your bitch ass out of here
And i'm off your homie, not
No addy, we be wilding, yea?
All the choppas with me midget
Just like Austin Powers, yea
Who you yelling at from cross the
Street like I ain't clutching?
You ain't gone see me near he
Doing all that talk for nothing
He a super junkie
I be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
I aim for that pumkin
Ain't that something? Ain't a
Chance for running
Let me find out he talked out
His neck that nigga donion
I'll put a hole in a nigga like a Funyun
Too many hoes out here
Laughing like shit funny
It ain't shit to get you smoked
They crazy for some money
Check my color code
Bracelet rose gold like pink lemonade
With my bros lined up in a
Row this our dinner face never fold
Always on our toes we gone win the race
You better know
Limbs ain't how we roll hit him in the face
And my wrist all type of shit
It go with my chain read my lips
I don't love no bitch my love go in vein
This ain't iHeart fuck your radio
I'm not Laura Kane
Point the 40 anywhere we go
Run up you a stain
Who you yelling at from cross the
Street like I ain't clutching?
You ain't gone see me near he
Doing all that talk for nothing
He a super junkie
I be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
I aim for that pumkin
Ain't that something? Ain't a
Chance for running
Let me find out he talked out
His neck that nigga donion
I'll put a hole in a nigga like a Funyun
Too many hoes out here
Laughing like shit funny
It ain't shit to get you smoked
They crazy for some money
Street like I ain't clutching?
You ain't gone see me near he
Doing all that talk for nothing
He a super junkie
I be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
I aim for that pumkin
Ain't that something? Ain't a
Chance for running
Let me find out he talked out
His neck that nigga donion
I'll put a hole in a nigga like a Funyun
Too many hoes out here
Laughing like shit funny
It ain't shit to get you smoked
They crazy for some money
We got hollow tips
Don't come round here unless
You change your gear
And these niggas lowkey jealous gotta
Keep еm out my ear
You ain't 24 karat, diamonds
I don't want you in my ear
Flow sick I probably got Corona, no no
Not the beer
You ain't robbing, shooting, trapping
Gеt your bitch ass out of here
Tello shoot you in your forehead take
Your bitch ass out of here
And i'm off your homie, not
No addy, we be wilding, yea?
All the choppas with me midget
Just like Austin Powers, yea
Who you yelling at from cross the
Street like I ain't clutching?
You ain't gone see me near he
Doing all that talk for nothing
He a super junkie
I be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
I aim for that pumkin
Ain't that something? Ain't a
Chance for running
Let me find out he talked out
His neck that nigga donion
I'll put a hole in a nigga like a Funyun
Too many hoes out here
Laughing like shit funny
It ain't shit to get you smoked
They crazy for some money
Check my color code
Bracelet rose gold like pink lemonade
With my bros lined up in a
Row this our dinner face never fold
Always on our toes we gone win the race
You better know
Limbs ain't how we roll hit him in the face
And my wrist all type of shit
It go with my chain read my lips
I don't love no bitch my love go in vein
This ain't iHeart fuck your radio
I'm not Laura Kane
Point the 40 anywhere we go
Run up you a stain
Who you yelling at from cross the
Street like I ain't clutching?
You ain't gone see me near he
Doing all that talk for nothing
He a super junkie
I be throwing treys like this a lunch-in
I aim for that pumkin
Ain't that something? Ain't a
Chance for running
Let me find out he talked out
His neck that nigga donion
I'll put a hole in a nigga like a Funyun
Too many hoes out here
Laughing like shit funny
It ain't shit to get you smoked
They crazy for some money
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