Lyrics:
rock
Don't stop
Wop wop
Till the beat drop
Creole
Tell her parle vue france
Hammy on a sammie
Shawty swing around my way
This the kinda track
That make
to what we say
Because this types of shit happens everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn
to what we say
Because this types of shit happens everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn
everyday
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
I gave myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn and
Went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
Boys and girls
I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock
In a 7-0 Chevy with the drops in slot
Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
the spot, you run from gunshot
Hennessy rap, I love to smoke pot
Used to buck niggas with Glock, slang rock
Before I punch a 9-to-5 clock
Me and mine go right
We got a pontoon boat with a Yamaha
People dressed like they're in Panama
Small town spring break every weekend around this place
And there's
(Bad Company)
[VERSE:]
Johnny was a school boy when he heard his first Beatles song
Love Me Do, I think it was and from there it didn't take him
style's more foul than a pork chop
I rock the hip-hop, non-stop tick-tock
Around the big clock, witta spot, tick-tock
Pin the tail on the jackass, it
showed me love fucked around and made me hate hoes
Im gone rock out wit plan a cause plan b aint got no bankroll
They say beware of danger keep yo fire
on the gram like you tough but you’re non lethal
I just wanna drop a classic and have the shit rock like the Beatles
I won’t stop until I’m feeding my people
to fuck and you be trying to put ya hands on her “nah”
We don’t even rock like that
On the road ima fuck around and pop bout that
Out in cali with
the bro-no-no-no-no
In the lunchroom, that's bad bad bad
Got her ass beat by an Nyla made the bed rock
Not talking Fortnite, but we about to make a headshot
Ceianna
myself / a little more than on Highness phone
All say can you save the Queen / Any dead Beatle has took finer songs
I wore my fashion outfit / while
Pull up to the club
And my crew gotta make it rain
Its a Henny summer
I would hate to be the game
Real trappers stick around
Yo bitch wanna pull trough
I
(dear lord)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!)
I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar!
By two o'clock
Carry the game, I keep the rock
Feel like a 9 to 5 by how I work the clock
We just tryna make it out
No conversation for a hater, I done seen a lotta
band boy still run with a duffle bag
Number one with a bullet buddy fresh out the pot
The celly stay ringing like all around the clock
Knot after knot
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
neither one of us is gonna get any sleep
I'm on the rocks so he's on the clock
Until the job gets through
When the weekend rolls around I get to missing you
buying the rights to the beatles new music and gifting that shit to an urchin
Moving around with a purpose
Changing the Earth you know that I do it in
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