Lyrics:
I need my pockets fat like it's 92 Roseanne baby
I won't stop until I have that loot inside my hands baby, I'm
Thinking of some ways to get
Hangin' round the school yard
Always talkin' too loud
Out back with the bad crowd
What can I do with you
Rose-Anne, you're just out to get a man
Oh,
Roseanne the sun is shining by the riverside
You can't throw it away without losing your pride
Roseanne there's a feeling that the boys don't know
the scene
should I be botherin' I just want you to feel me
[Hook]
My family they are so priceless, Filamina, Robyn and Roseanne
Masadonia you are priceless,
the driver's seat like at NASCAR
Why? 'Cause racists people still drinkin' what's at Roseanne's bar
Uh, Gandhi told me to be the change that I wanna see
But
a bad joke
Like Roseanne Barr's
Bars
And I raise bars from thrift store money
To boutique stores with beaucoup money
Used to have the plastic like I got
is a child like now it's fatter than Roseanne's
Well check how I'ma wreck it when I'm, droppin, this rhyme
Don't let me have to transform like
like Roseanne’s house
Sam go hard like a handjob, nigga
Childish don’t go hard, what?
Now everybody wanna fuck with me, slut
The flow is too sick
Got
hands down
Fake niggas say "you the man now"
Got a DJ like Roseanne’s house
Sam go hard like a handjob, nigga
Yeah, Childish don’t go hard, what
Now
Hummer chicken diet starts at summer her Roseanne's back that's a bummer Trump's brain made of lumber he foolish diarrhea somebody please give me them
(always the plan)
W-w-when the time is right, that's when I meet Roseanne
If things go as planned, we will move to Japan
It didn't have to be this way (I'm
speak in code
I'm fuckin' Suzanne's
And Roxanne's
And Diane's
And Roseanne's
And Joanne's
Bitch, I'm Demo
P-U-H-D
Team still standin' strong
Like
as green as Snoop's Dream
I said my name is Dan she said I'm Roseanne
I told her I need a gram
She said I've got what you need
It's just the right speed
She
want to battle
You blew up like Roseanne's belly
Your style's too old to do me like Aaliyah and R. Kelly
Fear and superstition could get iller than
on to gossip
Now you gon' be actin' like the bitches that was on the television shows you flippin' through and watchin'
Now your laugh sounds like Roseanne's
Oh
on the way the very next way
Playboy $hort was ready to play
I bumped to this girl, her name was Roseanne
We hitted the motel and got it goin' on
Holiday
Cash Roseanne
King's record shop
Rosie strike back
He's a bruiser, he likes to tease you
He's a loser, you think he needs you
You always come
Cosby show and Roseanne
Think I've taken 'bout as much as I can
Judge Wopner, oh my
You gotta be Rainman to like this guy
Thirtysomething's all right
Paxil capsules in the bathroom (sniff, ah!)
While y'all suck at whatever rapper you get attached to (faggot!)
I'm raisin' bars like Roseanne's old man
help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
Punk motherfuckers
let's face it (huh)
No Roseanne bars, despite the ratings
She's independent (huh), I'm willing to spend it
Let me book the flight (boss), paint about
the very next way
Playboy $hort was ready to play
I bumped to this girl, her name was Roseanne
We hitted the motel and got it goin' on
Holiday Inn
dance
And my pockets Roseanne
And my music chokeslams
And my trophies hold hands
Don't confuse it with some tan (Bitch)
Rolling uncut, cut, cut, cut, cut
rhymes every time bitch Roseanne bars, Wale
[Chorus]
I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret
And Wale been tellin' other rappers take
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