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bounty - ron rare lyrics

[chorus]
aye, i’m that n*gga in the city
n*gga on my mama ain’t n0body f*cking with me
n*ggas claim they want me dead, tell ’em come and get me
you won’t catch me lacking b*tch, i’m chilling with this 50
if i catch a n*gga lacking, ima bust until it’s empty
n*gga say he want some smoke, come on let’s get busy
my young dog with me, and my n*gga keep the bl!cky
i can put that choppa on his neck like a hickey

[verse 1]
i got a, new chop, and this b*tch all 32 shots
gotta watch my back, ’cause i heard i got a few opps
gotta tell my young dog to chill, that n*gga too hot
b*tch i feel like roddy ricch, i’ll give his ass a new box
i bought some new forces, last ones they got bl**dy now
n*gga talking ’bout he on my head, n*gga cut it out
you ain’t finna do sh*t n*gga, shut yo’ f*cking mouth
n*ggas love talking all that sh*t, so we outside thеy house
you say you is really a demon, you gotta lеt it out
you say you is really a dog, you gotta show us now
how you finna start some beef, then you finna run and tell?
you remind me of mickey, you a f*cking mouse
this n*gga tryna risk his life, just to get some clout
can’t wait ’til i catch this p*ssy n*gga, ima air him out
if i leave the glocky at the crib, we gon’ stomp him out
these n*ggas hiding like some b*tches, they can’t leave the house
[chorus]
aye, i’m that n*gga in the city
n*gga on my mama ain’t n0body f*cking with me
n*ggas claim they want me dead, tell ’em come and get me
you won’t catch me lacking b*tch, i’m chilling with this 50
if i catch a n*gga lacking, ima bust until it’s empty
n*gga say he want some smoke, come on let’s get busy
my young dog with me, and my n*gga keep the bl!cky
i can put that choppa on his neck like a hickey

[verse 2]
i’m a, big dog, i’m the type to call the shots
you a b*tch n*gga, you the type to call the cops
if it’s really beef i thought we wasn’t s’posed to talk
i thought we was s’posed to be spinning each other block
you a weirdo n*gga, on the ‘net like some b*tches
probably just so when i *** you, you gon’ have a witness
that’s some b*tch sh*t, n*gga that’s some real snitch sh*t
shut yo’ f*cking mouth on instagram n*gga
why you in my dm’s like i give a d*mn n*gga?
ima spin this n*gga block like a ceiling fan n*gga
all my n*ggas trap and moving milligrams n*gga
all that dissing on my name, and i’m still the man n*gga

- ron rare lyrics

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