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one mic freestyle - ron sleez lyrics

[intro: ron sleez]
everything f*ckin k, smoking on all deads, all deads, everybody shot n*gga, word to my mother you shot

[verse 1: ron sleez]
fat boy, he is explosive
see dudeylo, i gotta get closer
opp hoe, tryna do em like noah
n*ggas be mad we getting our dough up
dtb, everybody know us
say you do hits, gotta show us
sippin on notti, sh*t f*ck with my lower
new opp [?]
get in my mood, act bad, i can show you
[?]
when i’m cl!cking this sh*t, now i’m tryna get closer
n*gga got hit, did a flip, it was over
.30s on .30s, like n*gga we [?]
and i pass it to bro, he was open

[verse 2: wick b]
can’t lack no way
whatever they throw up, i’m adding a k
when i up my knock, just get out the way
if he lack, lil b*tch, that’s the end of his day
and these n*ggas be mad, i’m smoking on nay
if he jack ems, we gon slide where he lay, like
what happened to notti? dumb little n*gga got poked in his body
opp thot got drop, we gon wait in the lobby
toting big chops, it’s way too oppy
[?] tris, wock, zombie
i had to get low cause the ds on my body
they like “wait, you be buggin”
cl!cking on everything, i don’t care about nothing
[?] where the f*ck is you running?
stomach shot, he was stumbling
[outro]
(grah! grah grah boom!)

- ron sleez lyrics

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