Lyrics:
King of Rock and Roll
Words & Music by Steve Richard Mahoney / Timothy Vincent Mauldin
I can see your future -
Looks just like your past.
All you
style and grace
Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes
Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies
The back of the club,
proud,
but the forces are bound to make em forfeit and bow,
rhymes like new technology got some more coming out,
liquid sword cut thru sound,
KSAR
shots fly
Im on that car
When it ride by
Hop in that car
And go slide cha-cha
Ill bake yo shit
Like a pot-pie
Start throwin them shits
Pop rocks
Pull up
all around him, thinking he shit honey
Bow, I'm into bobsleds, wasting large bread
Gucci helmet is blue, trim in his dark red
The rap TJ Swan, it's
'head, kick rocks, it's no mean feat
Go on and breathe
Then bow down, bend your knees
Ain't no one in this game is as cold as me
I'm below the freeze
You
to rock 'n' roll
She's rockin' on me baby
Maybe I'll take you home tonight
She's rockin' on so hard
Truckin' almost 69
But me I'm in no hurry
I got
your american idol
Hypnotic trapped in a 3000 mile box
Chicks bobby sox today be botox
Now that hip hops the new so called rock
Parents dressin
choppa won’t miss that
Rock a by baby got a kick back
Taking these chances and rolling the dice
Selling that pack and risking my life
Free all my niggas
Energy made this one
Don't do it to him
He ain't die, God was with him, he got mine for sure
Shoot the Drake from the waist down like it's rock
two. WonÃ'Â't that be fun?
GUSTAVE:
Father, doesnÃ'Â't mother look lovely tonight?
RAOUL:
Indeed she does. As lovely as she looked the very first
time
she's 5'3"
So your girlfriend rolls a Honda
Playin workout tapes by Fonda
But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda
My anaconda don't want
came before you
By spilling forties on the cold, cold ground.
Don’t you wanna roll up tonight? Into the middle of the club tonight?
Don’t you wanna
my pockets getting full, getting hefty (uh)
Count with both hands, they ask if I'm a lefty (oh yeah)
I'm tryna fuck her tonight, supermodel (wow
You can dance through the night
Rock 'n roll music itching to fight
Makin' love, drunk or stoned
Lookin' for dollars
Get broken-boned
It's
reason why you got some love for me
I rock then you roll with me
You singing just like you Whitney
Coquito all in my kidneys
Trench coat
Double F
That’s
Rounds
Pack loud
Blow a window
How?
Bet ya take a few breaks
Then you bow out
Missed the green light
No Bow Wow
MF
your lights on, the fights on
Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight
So we might roll
My own homies say I'm heartless
But I'm a 'G' to this 'til the day
third eye
I'll be your pheromone Jesus
Bow at the feet
Whatever the fuck you need me to be tonight
We'll light the world on fire
Far from your lord
Drake, J Coles, and Big Seans
Time for the world to pay homage
Bow to the rap Gods or them K's vomit
Fuck you know about Dipset you little dipshit
If you
night, sing to the morning light
The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, and time will tell us all
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, race now to my bow
impatient when it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil' nigga with that glock ridin' around in somethin'
eyes like peepin' the rocks
I'm movin' it fast TV's up in the dash
Step out the whip instantly surrounded by ass
Anyone who thinks I ain't gon' last
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