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lirik lagu ro$ama - bolaji

[verse 1: monaleo]
ayy, it’s leo
uh, all of my life i knew i was great (huh)
was just turning seven in 2008 (huh)
obama elected, he running the states (huh, huh)
i’m running the class, they running in place (huh)
make hoes pay the rent and stay in they place (yeah)
at first n~ggas love you and then come to hate (yeah)
i been had the heart i ain’t need a pace (yeah)
i knew it was fishy, i ain’t bite the bait (b~tch)
money, cars, clothes, yeah, yeah b~tches’ hoes we already know (losеr)
tell me what you doing, to look out for your peoplе, n~gga do you help your bros? (huh?)
is you a stand~up n~gga? tell me do you tip the fiends at the texaco? (tell me)
and when your cousin ask for weed do you give him gas or sell him oregano? (ugh)
do you take your b~tch to mexico?
when your b~tch tripping is you texting hoes? (huh?)
and when the feds sit you down do you get to tellin’ like you in confessionals? (p~ssy)
she gon’ f~ck you for a feature, f~ck you for a beat, me i’m professional (dummy)
and if you’re sh~t ain’t slappin’ n~gga i’m a real b~tch i’ma let you know (it’s big leo)

[chorus: ro$ama, monaleo]
rich~ass n~gga, i’m c~cky (six)
my wrist (uh~huh), ice hockey (d~mn)
i’m playing with bucks, milwaukee (swish)
my lawyer (who?), bolaji
huh, i’m a real b~tch (yeah), i’m c~cky (yeah)
i don’t f~ck with a pig, wallahi (sl~t)
i ain’t tryna kick sh~t, miyagi (p~ssy)
you can hit my lawyer, bolaji (ugh)
[verse 2: ro$ama]
watch how i walk
i could’ve stepped on these p~ssy ass n~ggas in these black cat 3’s (could’ve stepped)
why you offended by me, prolly cause i ball on these hoes like angel reese (swish)
wooded out drac’ this 223 could’ve chopped down one of them big ass trees (grrrrah)
i carry a bird, so much green on me i could’ve went to unt (sh~t)
these n~ggas be tender like tyson (ugh)
mob stick mean but flow the nicest (what?)
haircut dazzling diamonds (ice)
european wrist, this watch from isis (uh~huh)
haters got t~~th they bitin’ (they bitin’)
if i keep k!lling beats i might get indicted (sh~t)
big ass chop, 51 big ass shots in this air like alien sightings (fah)
we having motion lil baby gotta be four pockets full just to step on the stage (just to step)
i been a street runner, paint the sky red for my n~ggas ain’t never had to ride the wave (i know)
got sick of the streets we had few gangs in a choke right before we had stepped in the j’s (okay)
i came out the mud but the clean up nice i got this sh~t made it’s s.a.m.a (on god)

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