Im sorry hoe that i couldnt be your romeo lyrics

(Hi Kevin)
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Ayy

You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip

You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip

Nigga too icy, I pull up in layers
Don't need a blade, I'm still gonna slay her
Mind on the bread but I'm not a baker
Need to teach school with the way that I get paper
I don't fuck with 12, don't fuck with no rules
I do fuck with guns, so hand me that Ruger
Pass me the gas, I'm finna' get higher
Don't need a test, I know she a liar
Niggas dumb as hell, they don't got no bread, but won't bail
They don't fuck with nobody, but won't mail
Don't send me your tape, it won't sell
Yo, I'm sorry ho, that I couldn't be your Romeo
'Cause you was too focused on Julio
And now I'm too focused on getting dough, bitch

You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip

You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip

Water my diamonds, my body shinin'
She follow like Simon, get hit like a Lion
Call up the plug 'cause I'm rollin' a bud
You're not from the hood, get that understood

I tote the MAC, get hit in the back
'Cause we carry tacks and all of this shit rack
I'm in the booth and I'm smokin' on cookie
I know that I'm fresh but I'm still not a rookie, bitch

Ayy
On my mama
On my mama, nigga
On my mama, this heat (for real, nigga)
Ayy, fuego
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, fuego

[Intro]
(Hi, Kevin)
Ayy, yuh, ayy
Top, ayy
Top, Fuego
Ayy (Fuego, Fuego)

[Chorus]
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that sh*t
I been cruisin' down the block (Gang) with a bad-a** b*t*h (Gang, gang)
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip (Grra)
F**k, then I dip (Bow), say I'm finna take a trip (Bow, bow-bow)
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that sh*t (Tsaha)
I been cruisin' down the block (Ayy) with a bad-a** b*t*h (Gang, gang)
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip (Ayy, Fuego)
F**k, then I dip, say I'm finna take a trip (Ayy, yuh)

[Verse 1]
N***a too icy, I pull up in layers (Ayy)
Don't need a blade, I'm still gonna slay her
Mind on the bread but I'm not a baker (Wow)
Need to teach school with the way that I get paper
I don't f**k with 12, don't f**k with no rules (Gang)
I do f**k with guns, so hand me that Ruger (Grra, bow, bow)
Pa** me the gas, I'm finna get higher (Sky)
Don't need a test, I know she a liar (Ahh)
N***as dumb as hell, they don't got no bread, but won't bail
They don't f**k with nobody, but won't mail (Stupid)
Don't send me your tape, it won't sell (Dumb-a** n***a)
Yo, I'm sorry, ho (Tsaha), that I couldn't be your Romeo (Gang, gang)
'Cause you was too focused on Julio
And now I'm too focused on getting dough, b*t*h

[Chorus]
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that sh*t
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad-a** b*t*h (Skrrt)
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip (Ayy)
F**k, then I dip (Grra), say I'm finna take a trip (Bow, bow-bow)
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that sh*t (Nah)
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad-a** b*t*h (Gang, gang, skrrt)
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip (Skrrt)
F**k, then I dip (Ayy), say I'm finna take a trip (Ayy)
[Verse 2]
Water my diamonds, my body parts shinin' (Shine, shine, shine)
She follow like Simon, get hit like a Lion
Call up the plug 'cause I'm rollin' a bud (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yuh)
You're not from the hood, get that understand
I tote the MAC, get hit in the back (Swag, swag, swag, yeah)
'Cause we carry tacks and all of this sh*t rack
I'm in the booth and I'm smokin' on cookie (Swag, skrrt)
I know that I'm fresh but I'm still not a rookie (Fuego), b*t*h

[Outro]
Ayy, dang
This ho heat, on my mama, n***a
On my mama, n***a
On my mama, this ho heat, ha
For real, n***a
Ayy, a-na-na, tuh-ruh
Fuego, duh-ruh, tuh-ruh, tuh-ruh
Ayy, ayy, tsaha
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Gang), ayy
It's gang, it's gang, it's gang, b*t*h (Gang)
Yuh, Fuego (Skrrt), ayy, yuh
Skrrt, ayy

Trefuego Lyrics

"90mh"

(Hi Kevin)
Ayy, yeah, ayy
Ayy

You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip

Nigga too icy, I pull up in layers
Don't need a blade, I'm still gonna slay her
Mind on the bread but I'm not a baker
Need to teach school with the way that I get paper
I don't fuck with 12, don't fuck with no rules
I do fuck with guns, so hand me that Ruger
Pass me the gas, I'm finna' get higher
Don't need a test, I know she a liar
Niggas dumb as hell, they don't got no bread, but won't bail
They don't fuck with nobody, but won't mail
Don't send me your tape, it won't sell
Yo, I'm sorry ho, that I couldn't be your Romeo
'Cause you was too focused on Julio
And now I'm too focused on getting dough, bitch

You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip
You don't really want smoke, you ain't 'bout that shit
I been cruisin' down the block with a bad ass bitch
With my mind on the chips and this .9 on my hip
Fucked then I dip, say I'm finna' take a trip

Water my diamonds, my body shinin'
She follow like Simon, get hit like a Lion
Call up the plug 'cause I'm rollin' a bud
You're not from the hood, get that understood
I tote the MAC, get hit in the back
'Cause we carry tacks and all of this shit rack
I'm in the booth and I'm smokin' on cookie
I know that I'm fresh but I'm still not a rookie, bitch

Ayy
On my mama
On my mama, nigga
On my mama, this heat (For real, nigga)
Ayy, FUEGO
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, FUEGO

Writer(s): Sin Nombre

1. AZLyrics
2. T
3. Trefuego Lyrics

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