CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Like Ron Said
Like Ron said, I'm in New York like a Yankee
How could you play me you?know?I'm too wavy
Shawty,?she want me to have her?baby
Gettin' to the money never lazy
Scrrt off the lot, yeah Mercedes
Boy you stupid, he said they laced me
Kickin' the jungle, I feel like Harambe
She chewin' the d**k n***a like candy
W-W-Walk down on an opp, talkin' hot spin his block
Choppa make that n***a milly rock
Shot to his leg now he ditty-bop
In my own world, under the rock
They like Pasto where you from? I'm from under the rock
Get to the bands I can never stop
Takin' a choice never had to flock
Yeah when I leave the house, yeah I'm bringin' a glizzy
She like where you going? Why you wanna come with me?
Shot to his face, he weep, he dizzy
Now he stumble the place, straight to the glizzy
She belong to the spot, she all in this pu**y
She don't got a n***a when she off the henny
Pull up to the telly, give me necky
Fat a** call her Becky
Like Ron said, I'm in New York like a Yankee
How could you play me you know I'm too wavy
Shawty, she want me to have her baby
Gettin' to the money never lazy
Scrrt off the lot, yeah Mercedes
Boy you stupid, he said they laced me
Kickin' the jungle, feel like Harambe
She chewin' this d**k n***a like candy
Like Ron said, I'm in New York like a Yankee
How could you play me you know I'm too wavy
Shawty, she want me to have her baby
Gettin' to the money never lazy
Scrrt off the lot, yeah Mercedes
Boy you stupid, he said they laced me
Kickin' the jungle, feel like Harambe
She chewin' this d**k n***a like candy
Smokin' on Cali while i'm in the city
Yea i'm gonna get richer that's all that i'm saying
Smokin' on dope this sh*t making no sense
I gotta go up, and the whole gang with me
I got jeans on, it's holding my bands
I got True Religion, when I walk in the [?]
Free my mans, mans locked up in the ken
That b*t*h on my cell, I know she a fan
How could you play me you?know?I'm too wavy
Shawty,?she want me to have her?baby
Gettin' to the money never lazy
Scrrt off the lot, yeah Mercedes
Boy you stupid, he said they laced me
Kickin' the jungle, I feel like Harambe
She chewin' the d**k n***a like candy
W-W-Walk down on an opp, talkin' hot spin his block
Choppa make that n***a milly rock
Shot to his leg now he ditty-bop
In my own world, under the rock
They like Pasto where you from? I'm from under the rock
Get to the bands I can never stop
Takin' a choice never had to flock
Yeah when I leave the house, yeah I'm bringin' a glizzy
She like where you going? Why you wanna come with me?
Shot to his face, he weep, he dizzy
Now he stumble the place, straight to the glizzy
She belong to the spot, she all in this pu**y
She don't got a n***a when she off the henny
Pull up to the telly, give me necky
Fat a** call her Becky
Like Ron said, I'm in New York like a Yankee
How could you play me you know I'm too wavy
Shawty, she want me to have her baby
Gettin' to the money never lazy
Scrrt off the lot, yeah Mercedes
Boy you stupid, he said they laced me
Kickin' the jungle, feel like Harambe
She chewin' this d**k n***a like candy
Like Ron said, I'm in New York like a Yankee
How could you play me you know I'm too wavy
Shawty, she want me to have her baby
Gettin' to the money never lazy
Scrrt off the lot, yeah Mercedes
Boy you stupid, he said they laced me
Kickin' the jungle, feel like Harambe
She chewin' this d**k n***a like candy
Smokin' on Cali while i'm in the city
Yea i'm gonna get richer that's all that i'm saying
Smokin' on dope this sh*t making no sense
I gotta go up, and the whole gang with me
I got jeans on, it's holding my bands
I got True Religion, when I walk in the [?]
Free my mans, mans locked up in the ken
That b*t*h on my cell, I know she a fan
