Lyrics:
Roscoe, see me in traffic of this static with my..
Roscoe who dat little nigga weakin at me like???
Young Roscoe
I brought my Head up high, shorty make it
proceed to throw this cash
All that ass in those jeans kid wale me
Kid and Roscoe speak
Long hair she don't care
When she walks she gets this
Brown skin
by the fools
Throwin up my squad, holdin up high for the crew
You know how we do...
Yeah, it's plain, simple, I got a plan, go get this money
a good feeling (and I'm so high)
I blow my smoke in the sky (Caught up against the crack)
[Verse 1: Roscoe]
Low key OG', it's Roscoe the soto
I'm blowin
Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Long hair, she don't care
When she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow-bone
DJ, this my favorite song
So I'ma
didn't ask you
Girl the way you move it, got me, got me in a trance (Trance)
When she hit me up
Bitch you know I'm gown Roscoe dash through
(Ayy)
(Oou)
Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Long hair, she don't care
When she walk she get stares
Brown skin or a yellow-bone
DJ, this my favorite song
So I'ma
and watch you move
And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)
All that ass in yo' jeans
Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet?
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy
And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they
the ball
Fuck the law!! Feedin my son is a must
Whip it soft, whip it hard, in crack we trust
Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the 20, G answer
perc
For the cats in the hood with a rep
Hustle through the AM when most men slept
In the waistline where the roscoe's kept
I'm on the edge nigga watch
at the mall
With young Roscoe, you fool in high school
I just tuck my Roscoe, dump fossils, colossal, I
Can't go wrong, releasin' all my lost hood songs
swear she supa fly
West coast yellow baby high fashion
Hollywood baby curves like the Gold Coast
Slim thick juicy thighs like she Roscoe's
Say her
Gotti!'
Later man! (Dogg Pound Gangsta)
Yeah I hear the West Coast (Summertime) yeah put it down
They call me Roscoe by the way just so you know (Dogg
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
our eyes wide
Goofy like we painted by Pablo Picasso
Fiasco fiasco, in the mornin' hit Roscoe's
Say hi to Obama eatin' chicken and waffles
But my eyes
sign ya belly And
A hunnid* gran’** what the bizz swerve?
He just wanna hunnid racks*, what yo chick worth
Waffle house Roscoe’s wanna biss* berch*
Wanna
steady, Bang this in ya Chevy
We pushin weight heavy, even if they won't let me
[Roscoe]
Scoe is chillin, makin a million
Stackin his loot till I
collasal
When the lights hit ya chain, Shit do not glow
Bout to go and hit the dash like I’m Roscoe
All this water, I ain’t fishing at the dock tho
Nigga
keep it Poppin' like Harlow,
I'm chillin' wit' bitties and sippin' expensive moscato
High as god now, flippin' the chicken,
I feel like I'm cookin'
Yeah
Roscoe
Supafly on the track
It's real big tonight
Super Big
See'mon
[Chorus:]
It's that time again and the place to be
Hands in
the roscoe
Where that Guap go
We're in Moscow
Yo what that mouth do
She a thot hoe
But I love that
And she ain't lost though
So if they talk that
Get
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