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gunnin - lonely r0ad lyrics

jay: i got guns i got k!llas i got shootas they on go free my brother out the chain yeah they got him on parole i only f*ck wit the baddest b*tches got em up on vogue two guns one for you one for yo bro i got choppas i got sticks b*tch i been totin that chrome

lonely: b*tch i be toting that stick
if you run up you get hit
called a play i sent a blitz
hid my gun up in ha tits
stackin’ cash, flavor so rich
if i see her i take yo b*tch
if i see her i take yo hoe
feel like d wade and bron with bro
i keep it on me at a shoe
shoot em dead like a free throw
she know i love it when she freak though
she know i love it when she deep throat
knock a n*gga out like im deeboh
and im still screaming out free bro
who k!lled that n*gga n*ggas never know
who k!lled that n*gga they ain’t even found em
we talking mcdonald imma quarter pound em
i feel like a parent the way imma ground em
i feel like a parent the way that these n*ggas my son
knock a n*gga out i dont need a gun
you would think he a ginger bread the way he run
hit the strip drop 30 for fun
them n*ggas quit like
d*mn ron you won
applying that pressure feeling like a ton
stacking up money, my hustle cannot be undone
yea lil b*tch im running a money marathon
these n*ggas is running like they a running back
the way we getting money you would think we serving crack
he ran up my bullets ain’t have ammo all you hear is smack
that boy vision fade to black
he hear the skirting of a scat
he got turned into a pack
they like ron yea you back
throwing shots like a motherf*cking quarter back

- lonely r0ad lyrics

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