Lyrics:
you're a flop I be bringing the pain
Live for the rap got me going insane
Missing your shot I'm a hit with the fade
Your playing cod bah this isn't a game
saying "Beyoncé
Had the best video"
Ayy, baby, it's rock-n-roll tonight
Y'all might
Be experiencing pop shit tonight
But the vibes is back the prodigal son
I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole, make a Texas bama
I like my baby heir with baby
ain’t surprised
When we mix me with some you
Girl every time
When you rock my Tim McGraw T-shirt like you’re trying to drive me crazy
Yelling that cover
is, bruh aye
You know me i went down
Seven years of my life
Of motherfuckers hating me for saying Beyoncé
Had the best video hey baby
Let’s rock
don't want it on the rocks I want my lovin straight up
Well my baby don't love me hey don't you see
Straight no chaser is alright by me
Don't mix it
the revolution by wearing a tech, nigga
Wake up show, still sleep, time to wake up tho
Might see me with the Mac, but it ain't make up, yo
I make up flows, cake
Hop Knowledge)
Josh Morton Music (you are now rockin with)
Beats by Jayree (you are now rockin with) (you are now rockin with)
You are now rockin with
injections, leave em with odd bodies
Babies having babies, wearing Old Navy
Robbin' old ladies, that's a product of no home trainin'
I show you the ropes,
for publicity
You and Mick couldn't mix your written and spit good as a pic of me
Stop it or sit with the doc or quit with the hickory dickory
This
go I pray to God to take me far from here
Champagne on her titties (yeah, yeah)
Switching lanes with my niggas (yeah, yeah)
Coming from the bottom,
tried me
Got they booth smoked (Ha ha ha)
Y'all niggas play these bitches too close
I'm calling plays
He ain't shootin' with that
Seven like he Kukoč
the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with
the offering up out the church.
Putting in work spitting game on your Boo
Like when that rem and hennessy got me hurt
I'm tru
Taking everything you got with
by the way you move, you make me beg for more
I'm burning with desire, it's the night I've waited for
Don't you lose your emotion
Don't you be shy
and experience on wax, goddamn
Turning nothing into something, always conjuring a plan
Knew I'd always be the man fuck with me, god damn it
If I had to sell
K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from
that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And take your picture
My homeboys
stunting by myself baby Tom Cruise
Then you caught me in your spell like you're Badu
Up down I'ma slide right by you
Feel like your first love out of high
got them next to me
Yes sir got her by my side now
They filled with jealousy
I can tell that the motion is slower
Pop baby blue I be mad I can't hold
to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
(Talk to me) we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay
to drive-by's they be callin
And you ain't know while you be kickin' that old shit
(Talk to me) we makin' hits
Platinum and gold shit (we don't stop)
I stay
used to stay one 29th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock
CoFlow providing DJ's with turntable weapons
Snatch that, Disco Daddy, father pops grand shh
Eliminate pretense, turn rocks to sand
You're rockin low
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