Wicked & Wild
You know my name, it's Ronda
We ain't really talkin' to him, rather let him have it
Lambo is manual, the Buick is automatic
She told me you actin' like you Samuel L. Jackson
Love my lifestyle, she pretty and she wild
City like a rodeo, you always gotta have it
Playin' like a radio, we ready for the static
We can leave him comatose, but we were ridin' packin'
She love my lifestyle, she wicked and she wild (wicked and she wild)
She love me with the glizzy, hate it when I got the soda
She just got her body, don't want me put on her fall
Could've took his chain, but we rather take his soul
Click on that gun, VVS stones
She suck me with the glizzy arm and that bitch cold
Could've got him really gone, but really he ain't know
2K on that blinky, got it fresh up off the boat
Broski shoot like 2K, 2024
Let's make a movie, call the duty up the stove
Go call your homie, tell him that we kickin' doors
It was lonely by the kitchen, what the stove?
They call me Tony Montana with the low
We ain't really talkin' to him, rather let him have it
Lambo is manual, the Buick is automatic
She told me you actin' like you Samuel L. Jackson
Love my lifestyle, she pretty and she wild
City like a rodeo, you always gotta have it
Playin' like a radio, we ready for the static
We can leave him comatose, but we were ridin' packin'
She love my lifestyle, she wicked and she wild (wicked and she wild)
Wild and wicked, I got these niggas addicted
Give me brick and I flip it, give me the tip and I lick it
I got bars for life, bitch still ain't convicted
Pulled up on this bitch twice, all I'm hearing is crickets
Big bad, bad bitty, known to keep it 250
You want me, nigga? Okay, what you gon' do for me?
Ass fat, too pretty
Don't know what to do with me
You hang with rats, you could find me where the shooters be
Yeah, fuck you fake ass hoes
Rich shit, French tip when I stand on toes
Call him Mr. Thick Dick, I'm the real throat goat
He got brick pine bricks, I'm takin' all of them off
We ain't really talkin' to him, rather let him have it
Lambo is manual, the Buick is automatic
She told me you actin' like you Samuel L. Jackson
Love my lifestyle, she pretty and she wild
City like a rodeo, you always gotta have it
Playin' like a radio, we ready for the static
We can leave him comatose, but we were ridin' packin'
She love my lifestyle, she wicked and she wild (wicked and she wild)
We ain't really talkin' to him, rather let him have it
Lambo is manual, the Buick is automatic
She told me you actin' like you Samuel L. Jackson
Love my lifestyle, she pretty and she wild
City like a rodeo, you always gotta have it
Playin' like a radio, we ready for the static
We can leave him comatose, but we were ridin' packin'
She love my lifestyle, she wicked and she wild (wicked and she wild)
She love me with the glizzy, hate it when I got the soda
She just got her body, don't want me put on her fall
Could've took his chain, but we rather take his soul
Click on that gun, VVS stones
She suck me with the glizzy arm and that bitch cold
Could've got him really gone, but really he ain't know
2K on that blinky, got it fresh up off the boat
Broski shoot like 2K, 2024
Let's make a movie, call the duty up the stove
Go call your homie, tell him that we kickin' doors
It was lonely by the kitchen, what the stove?
They call me Tony Montana with the low
We ain't really talkin' to him, rather let him have it
Lambo is manual, the Buick is automatic
She told me you actin' like you Samuel L. Jackson
Love my lifestyle, she pretty and she wild
City like a rodeo, you always gotta have it
Playin' like a radio, we ready for the static
We can leave him comatose, but we were ridin' packin'
She love my lifestyle, she wicked and she wild (wicked and she wild)
Wild and wicked, I got these niggas addicted
Give me brick and I flip it, give me the tip and I lick it
I got bars for life, bitch still ain't convicted
Pulled up on this bitch twice, all I'm hearing is crickets
Big bad, bad bitty, known to keep it 250
You want me, nigga? Okay, what you gon' do for me?
Ass fat, too pretty
Don't know what to do with me
You hang with rats, you could find me where the shooters be
Yeah, fuck you fake ass hoes
Rich shit, French tip when I stand on toes
Call him Mr. Thick Dick, I'm the real throat goat
He got brick pine bricks, I'm takin' all of them off
We ain't really talkin' to him, rather let him have it
Lambo is manual, the Buick is automatic
She told me you actin' like you Samuel L. Jackson
Love my lifestyle, she pretty and she wild
City like a rodeo, you always gotta have it
Playin' like a radio, we ready for the static
We can leave him comatose, but we were ridin' packin'
She love my lifestyle, she wicked and she wild (wicked and she wild)
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathon Pitman
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