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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ron Browz
Ron Browz
Composer

Lyrics

Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ain't nothing 'bout me so-so
Y'all going off that bozo
Get a bitch then take the shit
Wow man, that's so poor
Y'all don't get it, that's so poor
Cup full of that yolo
She down there, she around there
Lips feel like slow-mo
Every chick is a bad broad
Pulling up and I pass y'all
Big faces, I don't eat them
I ain't drippy off a bath salt
Make a movie, I'll cast y'all
Get you anything you ask for
Smash y'all then thrash y'all
Trash y'all then mash y'all
Pills got y'all looking like a zombie now
So I'mma ride around with the Tommy now
And mami I'm a pimp, you can't tie me down
My **** home, and he right beside me now
Stopping all that now
We don't want that later
Best is out, stretch 'em out
Mami I'm your trainer
Just trying to stain ya
Ain't trying to restrain ya
We the walls, wipe 'em down
Shawty I'm your painter
I think I'm drunker than I ever been
All these bottles got a **** hella bent
If you **** need it then I'm selling it
If you ain't freaking girl you irrelevant
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Met a chick last night
Name I can't remember
All I know is right now
Mami on my agenda
Nothing on her body
Say do not enter
Know you the receiver
And I'm the motherfucking sender
Last time when I bent her
You know what you got into
Beat it up to the summer
All the way to the winter
All the cars is mine
Never been no renter
I don't be leaving no kids
But I be all in your center
Brung about 50 out
I mean a hundred, I meant to
Brought so much cash out
She thought I was the inventor
Giving chicks straight wood
And I don't mean no splinter
Put it in, mix it up
Shawty mouth a blender
I be all in that coupie
Get more head than a kufi
Defense in that telly
So I called it a two-three
They don't want you, you goofy
Matter fact you a floozy
They know what I spit is real
When I'm all in that puffy
I think I'm drunker than I ever been
All these bottles got a **** hella bent
If you **** need it then I'm selling it
If you ain't freaking girl you irrelevant
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Ring the alarm, there's some freaks in here
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Wild out, wild out, wild out, wild out
Written by: Ron Browz
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