Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg – Ron Artest Lyrics

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He pass me the ball, he never pass me the ball Pass me the ball
Kobe pass me the ball
And I shot a three

N***** yellin’ from the stands
Watch what you sayin’
Blowin’ peanut butter cookie in my cup like gin (Perc)
Turn you to a Warrior put a dub on yo head
He don’t wanna work put the drugs in his hand
In a vert put a top on that bitch like a hoody
Doin top speed with my hands on her goodies
Dirty ass boy why yo pop so muddy (Dirty)
Got so much cheese I don’t trust nobody (Boy)
My mind fucked up, can’t fuck with no body (uh huh) Dealin’ with a heartbreak I don’t love nobody
If you wanna make a couple racks come with me (come on) You ain’t gotta slip blue kit 150
Up that bitch n***** turn into Ricky
Turn with a bag n***** turn into giffy’s
Turned right around now I’m comin’ home with it (I’m back) If it ain’t about guap don’t call my phone n****
If it’s real I ain’t dumb I won’t get along with it
Probably gon’ fuck if I’m left alone with her
I just can’t pursue these rat ass bitches cuz they doin’ it for clout Neighbors keep on peeking through their window cuz I’m runnin in and out Got a draco on the couch
Yeah
(Got a draco on the couch)
I got mud in my iced tea
Rosegold on the white T
I had this bitch that wanna fight me
yea my bitch it don’t excite me
Right now courtside like Spike Lee
Get rich off rap man life free
White low’s how I do em’ like twice a week
Pillow talkin’ to a rat then try and speak (boy)
N***** weird
Stomach fucked up ate a perc now I’m cured
Yeah you in the streets but you lost you a deer (lost) N***** ride for a rap buzz I don’t care
Miss me with the rap shit I was there
Live in the flesh, Ron Artest
Counted me out I came back I’m a champ (ballin) She just want to suck a n**** dry she a vamp Told me fuck a new chair I need a lamp
Ain’t nobody else puttin’ mine on a map (uh-huh) Free P I’ma hold it down til he back
That n**** Face trippin’ goin’ live in the trap
I got it right now reportin’ live with them racks

Free Riq I’m a hold it down until he here
Fifty thousand on me and gettin’ head in the Lear
This the big jet got a bed in the lear
Baby goin’ crazy me and ced in the chair
Four pockets full and yeah I’m CMG
But the music shit aside, bitch I’m signed to the streets I’m grind til I bleed
Never beg what I need
Puffin’ that strong shit I’m lookin’ for the fiends

I just got in town yeah I’m lookin’ for the lean
Comin’ for the work send the bookings to Eileen Thought I got them made but they’re really double G’s You ain’t never fucked up a 100 G’s n****

Aye sometimes I feel left out
Two hunnid thousand in the bed so I’m stretched out Got a mansion so I’m blessed now (Word)
Yeah
Goin through the trenches
Still yellin’ free my n*****
I know she happy that I did it

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