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Ronald Messias Williamson
Ronald Messias Williamson
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Go, go, go, go I'm running on optimal I done been through like so much bullshit, its only right that now I got the glow Ay Go, go, go, go, I'm popping them tags for sure Still don't fuck with the louis or Gucci, but in the Primark got money to blow And I don't chase bags, I just let it flow I feel like Maytag, when I get too cold I'm like a Maybach, when I hit the road I'm super rare, in a class of my own S - Class, if you didn't know Like the shit in the back in the store Behind the glass, with the lock and the key The one you peep, but your mama say no No, no, no, no, I swear I've been here before Once again climbing out the pen Of the OCD while its taken over Escape the bars like I'm Casanova And bring destruction when I'm passing over Bring me lambs blood, or bring me Doja I'm talking Doja Cat, I'm not a smoker, ay Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, ay yeah Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, I'm running on optimal I done went through like so much bullshit, its only right that I got the growth Ay Go, go, go, go, I'm popping them tags for sure Still don't fuck with the Louis or Fendi but need some new shit cause I gotta show And she gotta stop Cause I gotta go When I'm in the post I feel like Malone We ball I indulge The fruits that I've grown I just want control Geppetto let go We diverted the enemies For tranquility Now the hoes is all finicky Villian entity Gotta be kidding me Off white Vlone tendencies Look at the set we tribeing like we Abenaki This like Cosa Nostra The militia closer Bet them shots a fold 'ya Like Manilla I I'm convinced I'm chosen Like the dice I'm rolling In the night I'm soul less What you living like I was living like my life is hitting mild heights Nothing more, nothing less I had no hindsight Now I'm stepping in the mirror and it seems right On the setty, if she jelly spread them cheeks right Mounted in the three yes I'm posted Couple niggas on my side probably smoking They gone creep from the sky like a vulture Who the hottest in the city don't consult 'ya Mind on my motives, design my composer I keep me a wood, interact never sober I'll peek thru the peep, tell them please see the soldiers I eat with elites, can't critique, niggas posers Tell 'em go up Go, go, go, go I'm running on optimal I done went through like so much bullshit, its only right that now I got the glow Ay Go, go, go, go, and I been to hell before Its amazing that I'm still here as long as I could breathe don't ever let me go
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