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only fans - ro lyrics

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[intro: devin cheff & lucky!]
f*ck, i’m not keeping that
that’s g*y
that’s g*y as f*ck
yo, yo, yo (oooh)
i*i miss the road runner sh*t
beep beep!
alright, let me go in right after that*

[chorus: ro]
my glock like snapchat
it flash twice
if you won’t pipe
then i’m not nice
my big, blue bills
always clean like rice
if she f*ck on the first night
sh*t, alright

[verse 1: ro]
linda lingle, hope she single
my dollar flip will stack like pringles
my pocket single
fold you like a dollar bill
don’t give a f*ck
my b*tch got a lifted ass
like a ‘yota truck, big buck

i don’t call her deer, i call her doe
‘cause as she keep on runnin’ to me
i want some more
i put it in, then nutted fast
it’s on the floor
someone grab a mop quick ‘cause i’m out the door

ho, ho, ho
kkk, white thrasher my hoodie
take sh*t, say sh*t
whoops, i’m a bully
i was at your grandma’s house
and we did the oogie boogie
n*gga, i be in my bag all day
no goodie

you be trying way too hard
you snookie
put it in her assh0l*
sound like a wookie
pothead hoe, give me head on the low
she was baked for 20 minutes
ah sh*t, she’s a cookie

[chorus: ro]
glock like snapchat
it flash twice
if you won’t pipe
then i’m not nice
my big, blue bills
always clean like rice
if she f*ck on the first night
sh*t, alright

[verse 2: devin cheff]
slob on my kn*b
but don’t give me no t**th
foreign b*tch she a f.o.b
so we don’t even speak
beyblade, get that top
got my mackin’ from my pops
b*tch, stop if you an opp
fruit salad you get tossed

bread stackin’
thanos, loki ain’t afraid to get the
neck snappin’
eat that p*ssy
going down, like a dead captain

shawty home alone, hope in the phantom
no ghost hunter (oooh)
speedin’ through the traffic
beep (beep) beep
like the road runner

oh brother
closet filled with kicks
that sh*t is so clutered
drippin in my b*tches suit
i’m ‘bout to steal the soul from her

spark it up, i like to watch the cherry burn
car little bit of green
yeah, smokin’ larry bird
it’s a movie when we cook
some binging with babish sh*t
i pass the mic to my boys
for the assist
i’m on some magic sh*t
d*ck down her throat she can’t breathe
call the amber lamps
make her take a knee, like kaepernick

[chorus: ro]
my glock like snapchat
it flash twice
if you won’t pipe
then i’m not nice
my big, blue bills
always clean like rice
if she f*ck on the first night
sh*t, alright

[outro: ro, devin cheff & lucky!]
yeah that sh*t is f*ckin’ hard as h*ll bro
pause
you know how the f*ck we going on
you know what the f*ck we doing
in this f*cking studio
you feel me blood?
i ain’t playing around no more
you feel me?

boto bangaz greater than
wu*tang, brockhampton, (oh sh*t)
(shut up)
flatbush zombies (shut up)
we better than them

- ro lyrics

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