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we up - ron rare lyrics

[chorus: ron rare]
all my n*ggas ’bout a bag, and all my n*ggas tryna eat
i’m the n*gga with the bands, and i’m the n*gga with the heat
my young n*gga 19, with a matching g19
my other n*gga 19, and he in that amg
all my n*ggas up, yeah my n*ggas really up
i been focused on that bag baby, i ain’t tryna f*ck
them opps keep on dissing, so them n*ggas outta luck
ima pull up with that f&n and make a n*gga duck

[verse 1: ron rare]
aye, n*ggas know i’m tryna score
i ain’t focused on my opps, ’cause them n*ggas really hoes
i can call a blitz, and i’m plugged in with 14
if i call a n*gga gone, they gon’ come and kick yo’ door
on my mama n*gga, i know that you n*ggas don’t want drama n*gga
all my n*ggas hate having jobs, so they robbing n*ggas
spot a n*gga, if i spot the n*gga then i got the n*gga
pull up with that pretty little chop, and get to chopping n*ggas
on my mama, n*ggas know that we been dropping sh*t
once them k!llers get up on your head, i can’t stop the sh*t
i got gold all up on my finger, we ain’t boxing sh*t
b*tches want to f*ck me for my bands and my accomplishments
aye, n*ggas know i’m getting guapalade
she say she don’t really give head, she giving top today
ima pull up on my opps with ‘ks and wipe ’em all away
if we ain’t talking ’bout no money, we can’t conversate
[chorus: ron rare]
all my n*ggas ’bout a bag, and all my n*ggas tryna eat
i’m the n*gga with the bands, and i’m the n*gga with the heat
my young n*gga 19, with a matching g19
my other n*gga 19, and he in that amg
all my n*ggas up, yeah my n*ggas really up
i been focused on that bag baby, i ain’t tryna f*ck
them opps keep on dissing, so them n*ggas outta luck
ima pull up with that f&n and make a n*gga duck

[verse 2: rico 2 smoove]
aye, aye, aye, rico 2 smoove you hear me?
sneak dissing on the neem, must be tweaking off that pookie
but some n*ggas tried to do me, but couldn’t handle a fully
n*ggas say he gang, but he ain’t gang, who he kidding?
he was sleeping on 2 smoove, and now he sleeping with the fishes
all my n*ggas tryna get it, whipping up in the kitchen
we with precision on the road, running to the chicken
them opps dissing, so it’s up, and it’s stuck there
i just copped a g36, we ain’t fighting fair
all my n*ggas really up, that’s why these suckas mad
these little n*ggas like my sons, i’m really they dad
my baby mama keep on bopping, she a cold b*tch
won’t hesitate to call the cops, then she a cold snitch
but i ain’t worried, ima get it for rico and ray
so when they grown, they got some m’s in that f*cking bank
i’m tryna get ’em everythang that i never had
remember struggling with my mama, i ain’t have a dad
[chorus: ron rare]
all my n*ggas ’bout a bag, and all my n*ggas tryna eat
i’m the n*gga with the bands, and i’m the n*gga with the heat
my young n*gga 19, with a matching g19
my other n*gga 19, and he in that amg
all my n*ggas up, yeah my n*ggas really up
i been focused on that bag baby, i ain’t tryna f*ck
them opps keep on dissing, so them n*ggas outta luck
ima pull up with that f&n and make a n*gga duck

- ron rare lyrics

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