Aight Bet.

Lyrics
See I took a charge for ya, but oh I flopped though See I did the time for ya still, and still locked up hoe How a n**** hit two Ls, Js standin' bout 6'11 Jaunts screaming they need love Trynna teach 'em like I'm the reverend Rendez-vous, s'il vous plaît If you wit it, I don't play Crowd screamin Ron Bomaye Just don't dropout like Kan-ye We miss the old Ron-ny Sing from the soul Ron-ny That just swing no filayy Bomaye the show Ron-ny How I came to the main stage Nose bleeding from the other section I'm a make it great no election On the come up man life's a blessing Money, hoes that's the biggest lesson No misdirection I take collections up after service Yeah steady serving No Eddie Long more like Eddie Murphy And I took a charge for ya, but oh I flopped though See I did the time for ya still, and still locked up hoe How a n**** hit two Ls, Js standin' bout 6'11 Jaunts screaming they need love Trynna teach 'em like I'm reverend Boy I hit 'em with the left before I ducked two fades I'm a young G steady buckin', I'm just tryna get a three And if a n**** pull up, they get gone like the May-ans, aye I'm the Duke of this shit and I'm in the lane just like I'm Zion I hit a double on triple I don't give a damn Make her hit the elliptical Hittin' a c-note with all the reciprocals Really though I gotta show what the hittin' for I'm a just be straight up with you I'm like Mike like a Shad Moss I'm the reason she called off Ass jumpin' like Kriss Kross And I took a charge for ya, but oh I flopped though See I did the time for ya still, and still locked up hoe How a n**** hit two Ls, Js standin' bout 6'11 Jaunts screaming they need love Trynna teach 'em learn from reverend like
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Credits
- Writers
- Jaron Smalls