Ron Lee - Baking Soda
In the streets it ain't safe nigga
And I ain't trippin
Bitch we ridin on the back street
From south richmond to BR
Yeahh we got it cheap
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
Still working in the kitchen bitch
We serving daily turnt a quarter
I’m talking nine, to a whole birdie
Mane this shit around my neck
Cost a light thirty
My nigga hit me for a block
I told him give me thirty (give me thirty)
And I ain't trippin bitch
We ridin on the back street
From south richmond to BR
Yeahh we got it cheap
I love the girl but the nyl
Keep on calling me
Brown, grey, white the dog
Let the puppies breed
If you ain't listening
Let me bring yo ass up to speed
Don't be talking bout no dog if yeen got a b
I love the chickens love it raw
Bitch we got it cheap (fucking right)
I’m in the streets breaking off
Bitch I got a key
Yeah nigga big dog out this bitch nigga
Big boss shit nigga
Riding foreigns everyday
Out this bitch nigga
Jaguar nigga, Porsche trucks nigga
Four door Porches nigga, audi a8's
Naa im saying
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And i ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
It's Mr.trap or die a seventeen five
A break them bitches down
And charge five for a nine
Dope jumpin out the gym
Got the feens getting high
Unc knew I was a hustler
Say he seen it in my eyes
Hundred thousand dollar plays
Trap or die money
Ten thousand in a day
Say fuck that rap money
I got truck loads on the way
I finish with this bitch
Another truck load on the way
My plug show me love
And sent a truck load on my face
(On my face nigga) (yeahh)
(Plug showed me love
And get a truck load off my face nigga)
(Off my face nigga)
Street shit forreal nigga
Run me up a hunnid
And put twenty in the safe nigga
Yeah (yeah) gotta stack that shit nigga
Surrounded by some killers in the streets
It ain't safe nigga
Shit real nigga (yeahh)
Tryna run off with pack
Lil bra gone shoot you in your face nigga (bow)
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
Baking soda, pyrex bowls
This shit blowing up (yeahh)
Getting rich in the kitchen
Money ain't folding up (naw)
Thousand grams, dog food
And I ain't sold enough (oh yeahh)
Vvs's in my necklace
Bitch you know it us (come on)
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Ron Lee - Swervin Thru Dat Bottom
Sticks speaks Hoot: let me take you to that bottom where we stepping at where if it’s bitch up in yo blood it ain’t no repping that Or let me take you to the yo where we be making hits or
Ron Lee - Disobedient
Hannn bitch ass niggas I ain’t paying attention to nun of that shit You niggas talking bout nigga Time and time again They try to tell me what to do But i just jump up
Ron Lee - Walk Dat Bitxx
X2 hook If you gone walk that bitch nigga gone stalk that bitch see imma sit plot late night and imma chalk that shit (hoot verse) see when i walk that bitch nigga i ain’t play around
Ron Lee - Blocks Of It
You know we getting them things in Nigga ask yo bitch Blocks of it know we getting blocks of it Thousand eight grams Want it soft or want it rocked up Blocks of it know
Ron Lee - Quarterback
Since you quarter backing shit Well where my order at? These niggas faking with that sack They don’t wanna order that Well imma quarter back this bitch So go head drop
Ron Lee - Luv In My City
X4(hook) Man it’s love out this bitch but iono feel it man these niggas hate they either snatching or capping I know these niggas faking (Ron verse) I know these niggas capping I know
Ron Lee - Hungry
Ain’t no way imma be out here hungry nigga When i’m hungry imma go and get it They try to say that they want it But naw they ain’t showing me shit So when i say that i was
Ron Lee - Baby Girl
This for my baby girl.. aye let me tell you bout your daddy doe.. that nigga love getting paper running up da doe.. big bodies an everybody say they flashy doe.. but i’m drape you in designer.. like
Ron Lee - Where You From
It ain't bout when you make it... its perfect timing Penitentiary gates...im right back to shinning FUck if they hating.. im steady grinding Look ..look... (Verse 1)
Ron Lee - 4 Da 30
Yeah Real life shit Erday shit (already know it) Nigga been doing that shit Been doing that shit bra Tired of you fuck boys With that bullshit (lets go)
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Biography
Draped in the soul of Southside Richmond, emerging hip-hop sensation Ron-Lee brings an authentic narrative to the rap game. Signed under the influential banner of Don’t Fold Entertainment, this young artist is poised to carve his name into the annals of hip-hop history.
Ron-Lee’s moniker is more than just a name; it’s a testament to his roots. Born and raised in “Southside Richmond, VA,” he grew up in a one-parent household with his father facing the harsh realities of incarceration. Despite the adversity, Ron-Lee’s mom, with the unwavering support of his grandparents, held down the fort. This foundation has fueled his music, creating a tapestry woven with love, struggle, and resilience.
Raised alongside three siblings, Ron-Lee draws strength from his familial bonds. The indelible mark of his father’s incarceration remains a poignant memory, shaping his narrative and inspiring his artistry.
Ron-Lee’s musical odyssey commenced at the tender age of 14. Fueled by the pulse of trap and the raw emotion of pain music, his sound resonates with the heartbeat of the streets.
In the sonic realm, Ron-Lee’s style mirrors the duality of his experiences—melding trap beats with the heartfelt resonance of pain music. Channeling the spirit of BG, SOULJA SILM, and RICK ROSS, he weaves a musical tapestry that reflects his gritty lifestyle.
Partnering with Don’t Fold Entertainment, Ron-Lee stands shoulder-to-shoulder with some of the industry’s brightest talents. This partnership amplifies his journey, promising a trajectory far beyond the city limits.
Motivated by his life experiences, Ron-Lee’s lyrics transcend the commonplace. His motivation? A lifestyle shaped by the hustle, a relentless drive, and unwavering loyalty.
While the world eagerly anticipates his debut, Ron-Lee has yet to release his musical creations. But as the saying goes, patience is a virtue, and the streets are buzzing with anticipation.
Not merely an artist but a multifaceted individual, Ron-Lee boasts football awards from his formative years and a commitment to sharing real-life stories through his music. The accolades may have yet to flood in, but Ron-Lee’s journey is a testament to the belief that the sky is the limit and the hustle never goes unnoticed.
Message to the Universe: Ron-Lee’s message is clear: “You can be whatever you want; the sky is the limit. Believe in whatever you do.”
As we eagerly await the debut sounds from Ron-Lee, one thing is sure—the streets of Southside Richmond have found their voice, and his name is etched in the rhythm of the city.