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Ronnie Rockets

Genres: Rock

Blackhole Lyrics - Ronnie Rockets

[Hook] 

Hundred dollar bills in a suitcase ( I need that, I need that) 

My homie doubled up, leaning too hard 

Damn he got the mud on my shoelace 

Look into my cup you see a blackhole 

Purp so deep look like a blackhole 

Anything I spend I get it back though 

Pockets eating good, I call 'em fatso, 

Jumpin' in the club with the dope fiends 

Fuck around put my dick on her home screen 

Moving with the cup I'm in some old 'preme 

Talking paper nigga you ain't getting no reams 

 

[Verse 1] 

On my hitters, you taking a L 

Fucking with me that cannot go well 

Stealing flows I mean how can you tell? 

Pussy boy sound like everyone else 

Nigga started this shit in 08 

In the lab everyday since 08 

So no working for free man no way 

Why the hell would you think that's OK? 

I keep all of my shawties in play 

Sit one down and I put one in play 

Ii was just a pit bull in the cage (I'm out) 

Coming for who put me in this cage 

I got bitches to fuck in LA 

I got bitches to fuck in GA 

I pull up on yo city like Klay 

Tell lil bae don't get carried away 

 

[Verse] 

Hundred dollar bills in a suitcase 

Running wit the squad, y'all niggas two faced 

My homie doubled up, leaning to hard 

Damn he got the mud on my shoelace 

 

Look into my cup you see a blackhole 

Purp so deep look like a blackhole 

Anything I spend I get it back though 

Pockets eating good, I call 'em fatso, 

Jumpin' in the club with the dope fiends 

Fuck around put my dick on her home screen 

Moving with the cup I'm in some old 'preme 

Talking paper nigga you ain't getting no reams 

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