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Ron Barcelo
1,170
Hip-Hop/Rap
Ron Barcelo was released on September 23, 2014 by Duetti as a part of the album Y.T.S.
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AlbumY.T.S.
Release DateSeptember 23, 2014
LabelDuetti
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM109

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Da Beast
Duke Da Beast
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Nunn
Terrell Nunn
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's duke ya dumb bitch
Wake the fuck up and smell the coffee man
I'm sippin some, Ron Barcello
(I'm flippin & whippin the chickens)
Bitch I'm married to the money and you know we never broke up
Juggin got the whole trap sewed up
Cookin work up in the kitchen smellin odor
2 bricks for the white tellem hold up
I be off the shits so you know that I'm a stoner
You can have her **** I don't really want her
Smokin dope yeah that dope that homer
YTS why these **** tryna clone us
Bitch I'm married to the money and you know we never broke up
Juggin got the whole trap sewed up
Cookin work up in the kitchen smellin odor
2 bricks for the white tellem hold up
I be off the shits so you know that I'm a stoner
You can have her **** I don't really want her
Smokin dope yeah that dope that homer
YTS why these **** tryna clone us
Shorty so thick that she gave me a boner
I don't want her **** I just wanna bone her
If her pussy ain't got no aroma give her couple body shots and then I gotta dome her
You a pussy **** I'm a pussy **** killa
Kill yo bitch pussy I'm a pussy killa
I be on the corner with the dope dealers, and I no longer fuck with broke ****
I got a whole lotta loud all I gotta do is roll up
Bitches fufi tryna act like they don't know us
But be grinning every time a **** show up
They gon be thirsty when a motherfucka blow up
I be posted on the corner like a motherfuckin poster
I be rolling like a baby in a stroller
In the Beamer with my bitch doin donuts
Tell them mother fuckin **** they don't want us
Bitch I'm married to the money and you know we never broke up
Juggin got the whole trap sewed up
Cookin work up in the kitchen smellin odor
2 bricks for the white tellem hold up
I be off the shits so you know that I'm a stoner
You can have her **** I don't really want her
Smokin dope yeah that dope that homer
YTS why these **** tryna clone us
Bitch I'm married to the money and you know we never broke up
Juggin got the whole trap sewed up
Cookin work up in the kitchen smellin odor
2 bricks for the white tellem hold up
I be off the shits so you know that I'm a stoner
You can have her **** I don't really want her
Smokin dope yeah that dope that homer
YTS why these **** tryna clone us
Let's get it
I'm still drinkin this Ron Barcello
I feel like a fried marshmallow
Man this bitch off the pill wanna see my penis
Left that bitch screaming she a semen demon
And she give me brain like she a genius
While she playin' with my balls like Serena Venus
And she say my dick long I be ding a linging
She give me some dome while he ring a dinging
Steady hittin' up her phone that's so inconvenient
Man let her do her damn business
Boy don't get me started like a damn engine
I be in the hood like a transmission
Tell them fuck **** stop that damn snitchin
That's the type of shit to get your man missin
You can catch me late night I be van whippin
And I gotta sit down cause I can't stand bitches
Putting flour on them birds like fried chicken
And if you lookin for me I be in the kitchen
Bitch I'm married to the money and you know we never broke up
Juggin got the whole trap sewed up
Cookin work up in the kitchen smellin odor
2 bricks for the white tellem hold up
I be off the shits so you know that I'm a stoner
You can have her **** I don't really want her
Smokin dope yeah that dope that homer
YTS why these **** tryna clone us
Bitch I'm married to the money and you know we never broke up
Juggin got the whole trap sewed up
Cookin work up in the kitchen smellin odor
2 bricks for the white tellem hold up
I be off the shits so you know that I'm a stoner
You can have her **** I don't really want her
Smokin dope yeah that dope that homer
YTS why these **** tryna clone us
This Chicago, ****
Written by: Terrell Nunn
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