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Roney - Woo Lyrics



Roney - Woo Lyrics




Like it wasn't bad enough that you were hiding you were lying to niggaz that your were sliding
But they talking a lot until we find him

Roney got the touch i got the midas
Hit a nigga up i get him minus
Sicker then corona virus
We just turned that boy into a pilot fly him
She wanna give me neck inside the cockpit
But the trap got a bird like a ostrich
Same niggaz kept him safe had him boxed in
They gon but his suit for his coffin often

Goonies running up yeah we lost it awesome dress in all black on some goth shit gothic
Youngin did a job and he sauced him off this
We do boss shit we dont talk we dont taunt them
Gaza's still dead send a spell make him haunt them
Raise him from the dead give em hell no caution
Niggaz is my sons got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city get exhausting

Wooo

And we aint parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision so we put him on a mission
Made him whip a pie got ambition in this kitchen
He shoot with precision we don't need to give permission
Damm
That lil boy he so persistent
Send him on a mission he Gon leave a nigga missing
And we aint parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision so we put him on a mission
Use to think sometimes like how i got here
From beach chairs in the trap with a mean glare

Couple grams In the pocket of my roc-wear now I'm riding out in moncler
I cant do no wrong when I rap songs
Blow a bomb like I'm saddam
Niggaz funny like a sitcom
In my city niggaz peons
Shoot him put the beam on
Flea the scene we gone
Treat him like a futon
Fold him if he move wrong
My brown bitch look like mulan
And she love me with my jeweles on

Goonies running up yeah we lost it awesome dress in all black on some goth shit gothic
Youngin did a job and he sauced him off this
We do boss shit we dont talk we dont taunt them
Gaza's still dead send a spell make him haunt them
Raise him from the dead give em hell no caution
Niggaz is my sons got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city get exhausting

Wooo
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Like it wasn't bad enough that you were hiding you were lying to niggaz that your were sliding
But they talking a lot until we find him

Roney got the touch i got the midas
Hit a nigga up i get him minus
Sicker then corona virus
We just turned that boy into a pilot fly him
She wanna give me neck inside the cockpit
But the trap got a bird like a ostrich
Same niggaz kept him safe had him boxed in
They gon but his suit for his coffin often

Goonies running up yeah we lost it awesome dress in all black on some goth shit gothic
Youngin did a job and he sauced him off this
We do boss shit we dont talk we dont taunt them
Gaza's still dead send a spell make him haunt them
Raise him from the dead give em hell no caution
Niggaz is my sons got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city get exhausting

Wooo

And we aint parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision so we put him on a mission
Made him whip a pie got ambition in this kitchen
He shoot with precision we don't need to give permission
Damm
That lil boy he so persistent
Send him on a mission he Gon leave a nigga missing
And we aint parking lot pimping
Brodie had a vision so we put him on a mission
Use to think sometimes like how i got here
From beach chairs in the trap with a mean glare

Couple grams In the pocket of my roc-wear now I'm riding out in moncler
I cant do no wrong when I rap songs
Blow a bomb like I'm saddam
Niggaz funny like a sitcom
In my city niggaz peons
Shoot him put the beam on
Flea the scene we gone
Treat him like a futon
Fold him if he move wrong
My brown bitch look like mulan
And she love me with my jeweles on

Goonies running up yeah we lost it awesome dress in all black on some goth shit gothic
Youngin did a job and he sauced him off this
We do boss shit we dont talk we dont taunt them
Gaza's still dead send a spell make him haunt them
Raise him from the dead give em hell no caution
Niggaz is my sons got their lives in my pocket
Killing all these rappers in my city get exhausting

Wooo
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Writer: DANIEL JOHN MONTAGU SMITH, DANIEL ROGER HALE, JAMES BECKETT, JAMIE MARK JACK LAWRENCE, PAUL SIMON ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing

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