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scene killas - ​rodneyy lyrics

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[hook]
i grab my pistol, let it hit you
and that b*tch bad, it won’t miss you
walk in that b*tch and i’m like what’s the issue?
slimey n*gga, wipe your nose like some tissue
big homie, i know some n*ggas that will b*tch you
real life, i don’t even need to diss you
you just hit my homie, b*tch why would i kiss you?
(go away ghoul)

[verse]
smoke good gas, done f*cked up my lungs
all these blue strips f*cked up my thumbs
make sure i’m getting paid before i come
so high, i ain’t hear my phone rung
amg benz when i leave
get back to the city, buy me a pound of weed
bad b*tch in the club, choosing me
after i’m donе, know i pass her to the team
glock 26, camе with a beam
but that b*tch was red, had to replace it with green
i just took me a lil beam
but [?], i know i’m not a fiend
thy stand and drop they jaw when young rodney gang step on the scene
white soda but i turn that b*tch pink
daytona, making plays on the beach
b*tch tripping, i got her on a leash
he tried to take my sh*t and now he deceased
i wear my 1s once, can’t get a crease
running up funds, have a money feast
lil bro off the molly, turn him to a beast
i trade the g wagon for the jeep
i got a b*tch backing up the g’s
i got lil cubs backing up the p’s, huh
we real deal [?]
f*ck the law but i love the second amendment
that sh*t that you spend on your house, i spend on my pendant
pull off in bentley
my b*tch want a bag, i bought her some fendi, huh
[bridge]
i got a hunnid shooters on the roof
n*gga went missing, disappear, kapoof
smoking on wood when i’m in the booth
i drop a n*gga rental on my shoes
she put my d*ck in her dental, use no tooth
my shooter don’t show his face like richie souf
[?] scoring on the group
them .762s turn his ass to soup

[hook]
i grab my pistol, let it hit you
and that b*tch bad, it won’t miss you
walk in that b*tch and i’m like what’s the issue?
slimey n*gga, wipe your nose like some tissue
big homie, i know some n*ggas that will b*tch you
real life, i don’t even need to diss you
you just hit my homie, b*tch why would i kiss you?

[verse]
smoke good gas, done f*cked up my lungs
all these blue strips f*cked up my thumbs
make sure i’m getting paid before i come
so high, i ain’t hear my phone rung
amg benz when i leave
get back to the city, buy me a pound of weed
bad b*tch in the club, choosing me
after i’m done, know i pass her to the team
glock 26, came with a beam
but that b*tch was red, had to replace it with green
i just took me a lil beam
but [?], i know i’m not a fiend
thy stand and drop they jaw when young rodney gang step on the scene

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