paroles de chanson Ronald Grump (Skit) - Styles P , Cris Streetz , Jacob Berger

Ya heard?
Got that White House green
Got that White House
What′s up fellas, what's up?
What′s going on Joel?
What's chu need, what's chu need?
Ronald Grump
Show love baby, you now how it is
I run things out here
You want that United States loud?
We need to make it loud and great again
You know what I mean?
Is this shit somme Reggie Miller, bro?
You said you got that who?
I′m Ronald Grump
I′m out here,
I'm pushing heavy weight
Check this out
I got that loud pack
It′s more the stupendous, tremendous, ever seen
What's the name of this man?
What′s this you got here?
What's the name of this?
Man, that′s that, that's that federal sour
That's that federal sour
That shit is loud as fuck, my G
This ain′t no eighth my nigga
That shit, that shit is tremendously big
That′s bigger than my whole hand
This is Reggie Miller, bro
Look you guys got.
Look, either a cop or get off my block
Cop or get off my block
Alright?
I only fuck with winners
You guys actin' like some losers right now
Some real losers
How ′bout we run up on your bum ass bag?
Yo, why you steppin' to Da G.o.d.
Don′t be steppin' to Da G.o.d.
You better back off,
You better back off mother fucker!
Mother fucker! Mother fucker!