Lyrics:
좋아 이 방 안에서 우린 둘만의 날 둘만의 밤 너만의 dream paradise 난 그냥 너의 roomer roomer 이 방엔 너와 내 흔적이 많아서 여길 떠나고 싶진 않아 시간이 우릴 막는다 해도 괜찮아 우린 걸음 맞춰 잠들 때까지 running away
(HARGO Production) Ah, eh How many bad Bs im Roomers? I don't know, doch jede ist savage Baby shakt die ganze Nacht mit Big Butt Sie weiß, ihr
wit you The vibe was different from the top that’s why I fuck wit you Now it's roomers I got bodies don’t believe the roomers She say relax that shit
boy fresh You can take ah whiff Roomer said I had like 60k on me I plead the fifth Luey Gucci and Balenciaga Lately I been dripped I got all this brand
at a Stand still, (Stand still) I'm Hot like a Magnifying glass on an Ant Hill I could name All the things that i hate about you Like all the roomers, that
one am sure you know Give them the ginger come to my roomer Nobody ever ever free with my Carner Nobody ever ever free with my ginger Step out outside
This is not the shade room so quit all roomers This not a love scene I feel like you crushin I got you stuck in You don’t belong here You don’t ask
I don´t feel like be sorry You think that I´m naughty Your roomers are borring to me Eins fürs Geld zwei für die Show drei für mich selbst And if you
y'all fuck with some toons I'm pacing accumulating the money profit we making I'm tracing insinuating these roomers these niggas making Back back
the smoke, all the ash. All the money, all the bread all the cash. Fuck all the roomer's dawg, I'm blowing money fast! Fuck it I'm too hot, I damn near got
(kushushu) One to remember (khumbula) Might make a blunder (sumosha) No, no jumper (skippa) All day a clubber (hey) Call me eight wonder You know the roomer
Videos ist echt (ah) Die ganze Stadt ist auf Puder (e-ey) Fahr' zu Kunde mit Uber (e-ey) Harter Sex, siebter Stock, Roomers (e-ey) Frag' danach nicht
The house was soon filled with roomers, of every degree Red flannel underwear and bloomers Hung out for everyone to see. The old porch stoop had started in
the cranberry sauce Have another helpin' ? one and all And you in the roomer ?, swing to the ball Pass a little rumsteak, if you please And promenade
And dosey-dose the cranberry sauce Have another helpin' (?) one and all And you in the roomer (?), swing to the ball Pass a little rumsteak, if you please
don't believe the roomers What college girls are cookers? Baby how get in my room, should I call all friends that are cookers To the strippers salute,
I'm not a devil or damn jester roomers can fester Never uplift a demond with an image of my ancester African act like you see me when you be traffican
sneakers and knock your granny outta roomers Yo some say I'm brooklyn bomber, some say brooklyn boop But don't consider me as no follower, no runner or no
the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out Get
roomers that you hear we got our own plans And rite now my time is cumin near you shouldn't [Chorus] Fings happen 4 reason If we have an argument
we're not gona sit here and watch it fail weve got our own plans me and role deep sea clear we got our own plans dont b pulled by roomers that u hear we
while chris be stuffin his draws I heard a roomer that damn hound done found my stash pot I had for juice a blow and a infared on my .40 and a glock aww
whipping with zip of boomers You a bitch if you just listen to the roomers I was zooming down peoria Blunted feeling glorious Ask a dozen of these bitches
hangover, you lost yo’ sense of humor Felt like you was a roomer In yo’ own flat, lonely, weepin’ in a cold pad Puttin’ on yo’ make up staring at the mirror,
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