Toilet Paper & Wipes

Rona World
Ronaaa
Rona World
Rona (That's why)

Any and every get wiped down
With one press of the pedal ignite ground
Shit we all we gotta eat
And I grind while they sleep
I'm recording his freaking in her nightgown
Bagging up stock when the price down
Checks getting cut every night now
Glizzy with the drum'll fuck your life up
You're better off putting that ice down

Like wait, you got a choice on your hands
You willing to die for them bands
But won't even ride for ya mans
Or make ya kids a fucking sandwich
Or buy ya bitch a pair a vans (Shit)
Must be why they can't stand shit
Every goal on my plans hit
Eighties baby rock the 7 down
I got my credit up until the plans switched
I'm still on route with them grams bitch
Off-Blanco and Stan Smiths
Long as drugs selling like them hotcakes
By the stove doing pan flips
Definition of a Manwich
Hoes joe me with the sloppy
Icebox like Omari's still
Heart frozen on gelati (Chill)
Mind, soul, and my body spill
On every record I ain't got no deal
Light as a feather and stiff as a board
I ain't kicking no spells I just popped me a pill
Cops got the drop on my wheel (Damn)
How long they been watching (Man)
A license to carry or license to kill
I'ma always keep thirty to chop out the steel (Cause)

Any and every get wiped down
With one press of the pedal ignite ground
Shit we all we gotta eat
And I grind while they sleep
I'm recording his freaking her nightgown
Bagging up stock as the price down
Checks getting cut every night now
Glizzy with the drum'll fuck your life up
You're better off putting that ice down

Shit is weirder now than it's ever been
So what they accept is irrelevant
I done made a home in my own lane
And I won't budge like a elephant
I'm never out of my element
Keep the fire water and the earth is on me
100 grand for the diamond dance
Give her one more chance
She gone twerk it on me
Call that grinding with a purpose homie
Yeah I'm gassed up pack burping on me
Told her give me throat she was slurping on me
Had her banging dope she was focused on it (Uhnhh)
You can't deny they gotta love the way I whip it
Just left out the kitchen mixing grits with vision (Uh yeah)
I gave'em food for thought
I'm really cooking breakfast
Bitch I'm a on a mission
On that mission like career mode (Yeah)
This the shine that left the deer froze
I cook in stu give'em rare flows
In an era they hyping up weirdos
I trap and go purchase Saabir clothes
I wanted the tech with the air-holes
Leave'em stuck in the field with the scarecrows
When the families cry and the tears flow (That's when)

Any and every get wiped down
With one press of the pedal ignite ground
Shit we all we gotta eat
And I grind while they sleep
I'm recording his freaking her nightgown
Bagging up stock when the price down
Checks getting cut every night now
Glizzy with the drum'll fuck your life up
You're better off putting that ice down



Credits
Writer(s): Munajj Shareef-smith
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