Syd - Ronaldo lyrics

[Intro] Yo. What the f** is up? My name is Speak, or Speakymadonna if you're nasty And a lot of people been asking me, "Yo man, where you been for the last year?" And I'm like "Yo, I've been in the f**ing gutter. Eating cuppa noodles, and f**ing ugly fat b**hes that I met off Jdate and Etsy." But I wrote this song for you b**hes call me pretty, I'm mistaken for Ronaldo Facial hair exquisite, legendary like Geraldo, Rivera Swing with the yogi bear attire Novak Djokovic, backstroke choke a b**h Come like a boss, chill out then I smoke a bit Who got the words they get you higher than some opiates Inhale quarters like a vending machine I still keep an close eye on my enemy fiends Well, I pray the based god is keeping you blessed We got, black widow kisses for the angel of d**h And my thrift store clothes keep me beautifully dressed The blunt force of my ego might bludgeon your chest, yes I'm a rarity, never been a parity Red eye flight smoked out for the clarity You treatin' hoes like they a charity case Still trickin' hella dough like it's a part of a chase I might f** her face like it's a part of her waist And blow three hundred dollars on elaborate stakes, dig Last year we was eatin' [?] ramen - wait wait wait f** that, still eatin' [?] ramen If my fam don't eat, then my fam start robbin' If my dick start throbbin' baby girl use your noggin' Damn speak I heard you grew up in a manger Next to baby Jesus and them yellow power rangers Three wise men brought you gifts of gold With them minx and fur coats to battle the cold You had FIFA on the big screen, chiefin' on the big green Sleep around promiscuous but always kept my dick clean Now who the f** wears a condom to the orgy Life'll f** you over never call you in the mornin' Faded keeps sleepin' f** it k** him while he's snorin' Faded keeps sleepin' f** it k** him while he's snorin' [I'm?] cool enough for Pitchfork, or black enough for Worldstar But if I catch you slippin' I'mma mash you with them crowbars No deal or recording contract But I still got my name on a f**ing gold plaque, yeah The little know it all who ain't afraid to blow it all On Aaliyah look-alikes and denim Tommy overalls Baby girl, I've been watching you Like a creep in the minivan parked around the block Not a hawk nor an animal, my legion is doom And spring is in bloom, there's plenty reason to shroom So, you can tell Carmina, I'll serve her my subpoena And if she'll feelin' freaker I'll f** her to Selena And bidi-bidi bam-ba, all over that s**y a**, girl [Outro] Mua, fuego. Once again, my name is Speak, and I'm a westside [argon...?] Craigslist k**er. For the nine-nine, the 2000. That pizza wave sh**. Shout out to Syd on the beat, and Westside Ty the beeper king. And shout out to Christina for braiding my hair. Look at me, I look like Sean Paul. Sean Paul Come on and braid my hair My hair, my hair, yeah