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lirik lagu matt roney - summer '16

roney’s in town, i’m on the road to riches dodgin’ pigs in my whip i got pounds
im f-cking b-tches i don’t love, my mom told me to settle down
i got girlies in and out, always skipping curfew, never coming around
skippin’ supper just to get s-cked up, my momma and daddy they told me i’m f-cked up
i never claimed to be perfect, but really i ain’t never tried
i was always skipping cl-ss in high school, ridin’ round getting high
my princ-p-l told me i’m f-cked up
he always knew i was drugged up
he told me i smelled like a big blunt
i told him to go suck a big d-ck
he called my momma on speaker phone
he told her i was failing my drug tests
i told that lil b-tch that i’m upset
i got a big blunt filled with og and some sunset
my homies got kicked out of high school cause they were poppin pills in cl-ss
i had 63 tardies my last year, cause i was skippin getting -ss
my basketball coach came up to me and told me that i needed myself some new friends
do i look like drake? i ain’t no fake, i f-cked on your daughter right before the game!
she give me top in the locker room, he just mad cause my raps got a lot of views
i used to kick it in soccer shoes, serving mids in the parking lot after school
i got detention in 15 minutes, revenue outside i gotta go get it, brand new drop-top watch how i whip it, your b-tch give me top-top watch how she l!ck it
man i swear i miss the good times, and i swear i miss the homies
i used to roll up the og with nick, will, luke, and owen
and i can’t forget about eddie, he ain’t never have the reggie
i used to kick it with markie and kyle, one call and they ready
how come your palms are so sweaty? and how come you’re acting so nervous?
the homie got shot but he still got a purpose, now his nickname curtis!
you can keep your two cents, lil b-tch i be counting up 50’s and 100’s
i put this d-ck in her stomach, the stock on my c-ck never plummet. my boy got a glock with a drum in, and he gon’ blow you like a trumpet!
i pull them strings like a puppet, and he gon’ carve you like a pumpkin!
my pockets are jumpin’ your money on munchkin, i been on the block, timmy ducan
its f-ck an oppponent, don’t f-ck with no rodents, you know that my clip hold a dozen
it’s f-ck an opponent, don’t f-ck with no rodents, so i keep that burner like bunsen

- lirik lagu matt roney

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