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activated - rony lyrics

{chorus}
hopped into the booth i just made another hit
two thick b*tches making love in my whip
remember i was broke had to hit a couple l!cks
now i’m counting all this money you would think i was a l!ck
but i don’t give a f*ck n*gga i’m just doing me
made my own wave and i made it out the streets
balling on these n*ggas you would think i’m in the league
hugh hefner on these b*tches do whatever that i please

{verse 1}
getting to the money getting to the paper
used to call me dumb in high school now these b*tches think i’m clever
when i dropped red bottoms they said that i’m next up
i’m a legend in the making i don’t plan on stopping now n*gga
i got b*tches different flavors tryna be my honey
i ain’t worried bout these b*tches stacking up my money
and my city love me like i’m drake in the 6
too much lean in my cup think i just poured a 6

{verse 2}
i treat the beat like we f*cking then i make it cum
came into the game like houdini then i f*cked it up
if a b*tch talking sh*t prolly cause i curved her
if a n*gga hating on me prolly cause i f*cked his b*tch
{verse 3}
living in the hills with my n*ggas yea we made it
911 porsche two seater and it’s tinted
and mozzy gone slide in a maserati coupe
and if you see me out in public with some shades cause i’m f*cked up

{verse 4}
all these b*tches wanna f*ck me cause i’m rich now
remember days a n*gga used to wear the same clothes
now a n*gga switch clothes like i switch flows
dropped out of school i made a living off this rap sh*t
put my all into this sh*t know that one day ima make it
diamonds hitting like javonte davis in the ring
i be spitting facts ain’t no fufu in my rap cuz
n*ggas talking all that sh*t i heard your mans a rat tho

{verse 5}
i be getting to the money yeah i know they envy me
i’m sick of all these n*ggas tryna rap like me
i’m sick of all these n*ggas tryna dress like me
i’m sick all these n*ggas tryna be like me
i’m tired of being humble ima come out with the facts
you n*ggas ain’t spitting sh*t
mumble in your rap
i heard your song bro i would want to quit too
n*ggas thinking that it’s cool walking around like fools
{verse 6}
call me bob the builder walk around with a toolie
i’m a vet in the streets i ain’t playing like no rookie
if you you try to touch me i hit you with that oooowi
let my bruthas handle you like we playing call of duty
whichever whip i’m driving that depends on the weather
my b*tch be feeling herself she can’t get any wetter
she got my d*ck in her mouth call topic of discussion
i’ve been living life n*gga everyday a movie

{chorus}
hopped into the booth i just made another hit
two thick b*tches making love in my whip
remember i was broke had to hit a couple l!cks
now i’m counting all this money you would think i was l!ck
but i don’t give a f*ck(stop) n*gga i’m just doing me
made my own wave and i made it out the streets
balling on this n*ggas you would think i’m in the league
hugh hefner on these b*tches do whatever that i please

- rony lyrics

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