Frii Will - Tha Rona (feat. Kee the Negus & Tyreign the Legacy)

Hell naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Do you have Tha Rona
Hope you ain’t got that Rona
Do you have Tha Rona
HEEEYYY
Hell naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Go head and Club and Party out here if you wanna
You know it’s germs lurkin’ round the corner
So let me hear a cough
I’m sprayin’ disinfectant on ya
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
Matter fact wash your Ass
Tell your friends
You need a Doctor’s note before you’re coming over
Cuz hell naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Hell Naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Before you step outside put ya mask on
Hell naw I don’t want it I don’t want that Rona
I was deadass when I said I need thatcDoctor’s note
I’m with the fam and we’re Quarantined
So better not nobody call for me
Hell naw we ain’t goin’ our for none to eat
My girl at the crib cookin’ rice and beans
I’m in this bitch with a magazine
I hit the plug for some gasoline
I gotta keep me a bag wit me
I know my job fuckin mad at me
Heeeyyy
Ask me if I want a light beer with a lime up in it
No
I just saw you sneeze and you ain’t wash ya hands around me
Whoa
Don’t think I won’t kick you up up out my crib cuz you my bro
Just as soon as I hear you coughin’ round me then you gotta go
Hell naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Go head and Club and Party out here if you wanna
You know it’s germs lurkin’ round the corner
So let me hear a cough
I’m sprayin’ disinfectant on ya
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
Matter fact wash your Ass
Tell your friends
You need a Doctor’s note before you’re coming over
Cuz hell naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Hey I’m chasing a bag
I’m countin’ this check
I’m dodging this Rona shit
I been stuck in the crib
My girl and my kids
I had enough of their shit
Watchin’ Netflix episodes in this epidemic
High and hungry tryna ration what’s up in the kitchen
Damn
They buy all the tissue
They buy out the food
They lookin like fools
The kids gotta go
Reopen the school
I’m bout to blow a fuse
My Daughter on TikTok my Son on 2K but I’m not ammused
COVID-19 lock me down
Free me by June
I don’t want no problems with that boy Corona
If I find out ya got it I need a restraining order
My kids getting homeschooled that’s cool with me
We been playing Call of Duty all week
Shout out Uber Eats and Grub Hub
Droppin off my food showin mad love
I’m just chillin in the bathtub
Me and wifey all lapped up
I’ma knock it down I’m yellin
TIMBER
It’s gone be a lot of babies in December
Hell naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Go head and Club and Party out here if you wanna
You know it’s germs lurkin’ round the corner
So let me hear a cough
I’m sprayin’ disinfectant on ya
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
Matter fact wash your Ass
Tell your friends
You need a Doctor’s note before you’re coming over
Cuz hell naw I ain’t finna catch Tha Rona
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
And do your Dance
Do your Dance
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
Yea
Do your Dance
Do your Dance
Yea
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
Wash your Hands
Wash your Motha Fuckin Hands

Written by:
Keenan Hightower, Tyrone Gooding, William Combs

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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