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Interprète Roney

Paroles de la chanson Climate par Roney lyrics officiel

Climate est une chanson en Anglais

Check the climate Roney he a hot one
I should of won me a metal I won a big gun
I should of bought me a lesson I bought a big blunt
My name smith so I had me a smithen Wesson
I told my momma u never gon see a dead son
He try and get me I'm spilling his blood like red rum
I told my momma u never gon see a dead son
He try to get me I'm spilling his blood like red rum


Feeling in me get to deep turn me a mad man
I been over sleeping over thinking hearing bang bang
I been on a mission move my momma outta gangland
I been on a mission move my momma outta gangland
Blood splash leave him brains splashed on his nightstand
I came from a dirty block from a dirty island
I been ducking many shots Roney he survived it
I been thrown under the bus I had to climb in


Check the climate Roney he a hot one
I should of won me a metal I won a big gun
I should of bought me a lesson I bought a big blunt
My name smith so I had me a smithen Wesson
I told my momma u never gon see a dead son
He try and get me I'm spilling his blood like red rum
I told my momma u never gon see a dead son
He try and get me I'm spilling his blood like red rum


She need a big house chilling with a phantom
They put in no work they don't get the job done
All these ops they still shooting at randoms
I don't ever think I'll really understand em
I been having mixed emotions lately
I been in to all kind of pain eh
Lately I been feeling some ways
Let him run up and he catch a ball fade like eh
Lately I been feeling like hit him with the K
Lately I've been feeling like troubles on the way
Demons on my back I'm running from em it's a chase
Demons on my back I'm running from em it's a chase


Check the climate Roney he a hot one
I should of won me a metal I won a big gun
I should of bought me a lesson I bought a big blunt
My name smith so I had me a smithen Wesson
I told my momma u never gon see a dead son
He try and get me I'm spilling his blood like red rum
I told my momma u never gon see a dead son
He try to get me I'm spilling his blood like red rum


I been having mixed emotions lately
I been in to all kind of pain eh
Lately I been feeling some ways
Let him run up and he catch a ball fade like eh
Lately I been feeling like hit him with the K
Lately I've been feeling like troubles on the way
Demons on my back I'm running from em it's a chase
Demons on my back I'm running from em it's a chase
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