Correction Lyrics Who Dat by Roney

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Who dat kid finessin' on the block again
It's kinda hard when homey's talkin' to the cops again
They waitin' 'til i run up on the opps again
So they can catch me, have me locked up in the garbage bin
Who dat kid finessin' on the block again
It's kinda hard when homey's talkin' to the cops again
They waitin' 'til i run up on the opps again
So they can catch me, have me locked up in the garbage bin

[Roney]
I seen a lotta friends die over friendships
Niggas claimin' 'Don't Get Close' but never 'fend shit
And Sicko had you niggas runnin', hoppin' fences
TG and GT, they some henchmen
Bossman on his my block, not on my strip
Boss top from your wife, she my side chick
A janitor, custodian, I keep the mop stick
A janitor, custodian, I keep the mop stick
Niggas try sell me dreams I bought drugs
Just like the base in this beat, my trap bumps
Niggas they like Roney introduce me to your plug
'Cause he got a birdy, white and fly like it's a dove
Your friend ran so fast, you can run too
Shooting niggas down in my Louis boots
An artist, I draw guns not cartoons
I draw guns not cartoons

[Roney]
Let a man run up in my house
Got a big gun you will find out
I will run up in the trap house
Roney macaroni bring the Mac out
I travel with the heater in the suit case
Lookin' deep up in my soul you'll find a cold case
Shorty wanna roll play she got no brakes
She was in the telly sniffin' on that novacaine
'Cause she an idiot, I got me a pretty bitch
She half Italian, ride me like a stallion
They tried to frame me, had me locked up in the garbage bin
Guess what i'm the man again
Dropped the work in the water, start paddlin'
Who dat kid finessin' on the block again
Killin' shit someone go get the ambulance
For that six pack, I will hit 'em in his abdomen

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