Lyrics:
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
playing around
We pack a crowd and they repeat what we saying now
We smoking good like we rock stars
Roll through they hood like we rock stars
I'm with
to beast rocks
Entertain you, see you soon at the next spot
The crew got you bouncing and dropping your eye
Making you
Tss tsss tsss, I'm a roll with
to beast rocks
Entertain you, see you soon at the next spot
The crew got you bouncing and dropping your eye
Making you
Tss tsss tsss, I'm a roll with
is you
And three chords and the truth
It's Muscle Shoals to rock n' roll
It's a steel guitar that steals your soul
It's a country song that takes
Success is like a Rock away, damn I meant Rock-a-bye
Baby, I dot the I's, damn she got her father's eye
Named you Mercedes your class forever recognized
to back
Stay real for life, roll down south
For the wreckshop, for the hometown crowd
My alias is that Go-Hard-Mexican
Flowin' through your veins like
ROCK NOW
By: Ryan Lakebreeze
VERSE 1
Bae
I know it breaks your heart
I wrote them songs
From a Escalade
That didnt go push start
So now i push hard
Fuck Them Niggas let’s run up The Chos
(Verse 1)
Fuck these Hoes I’m getting me some Cash
Rock N Roll this 40 gone Blast
Pistol blow & you know that’s
char de marde
Jean Leloup with that white girl qui fait du cough syrup après un quart de crack
Rock'n'roll, I be the god of that
Guacamole sur le bord
Went down to Memphis for a remedy
My old guitar needed strings
Caught a show late last night
Saw rock n roll was still alive
Damn echo, now I can’t
nothing but rock and roll to him (damn)
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood (ugh)
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't
nothing but rock and roll to him (damn)
Leave your blood on the dash, call it rosewood (ugh)
'Nother murder, 'nother page out the notebook
It ain't
her, yeah we real niggas
We came out the soil through the mud
Yeah we big rose she big chose us
That mean she chose up
Damn, what that look like
Bad
sing all of the Sunday hymns
Cause you've known the words all your life
You can roll past that old high school and smile
At the glory days long gone by
and COVID
'Cause it slow the money down, with the shows
Now I gotta hit up a bowl, I need that bread by a loaf
Pay for the knots and the tows, in that
gon' jump like pop rocks
Drive by in the drop top
Boy gon' get his top popped
Pistol make a nigga pop lock
Boy gon' jump like pop rocks
Drive by in
rock up.)
Blow that kush like a candle.
I got brick fare on me right now and I'll blow it.
40 racks stuffed down in my denim, I'll blow it.
Take
Chattanooga, they know the tip
Short Dog in the house, I'm that flip
Getting clip, or playing pool
I can't help it I'm so damn cool
Call me 'Dog' or leave
pick me up, in your truck, I wanna drive
Let's hit a buck ten again down 55
That's my little rock 'n' roll right there
Crank it 'til the speakers
chocolate, dreams puddin'
They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'
But you got it, you got it bad
2Pac, don't rock a sag
Two watches, that's pocket
When really I don't fuck with half these niggas on the low
And that's just how it go
She go, "Damn, nigga, that's deep," I know, tell me about it
My
big body, you know that is me
My niggas roll up and we never gon' flee
We be givin' out hands like my name is Rock Lee
And I'm punchin' on shit like
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