Lyrics:
Welcome back to Spark It Up Radio. I'm Mr. Fantastic, aka The Voice
Before we get into it, we gon' pay the bills. This show is brought to you by
nigga we up
Got this this kush in the foreign car
Now roll the weed up i done heard the shit
They talking all before
I know I know I know
That’s what they
[Chorus]
We gonna rock the whole crowd
Come to your town, Smash the door down
Trash the whole room
Kick the walls in, night to morning
Then we do it
Harbor, when we need to shop
It's Cartier, Gucci, Gaultier, s*** won't stop!
[Chorus]
[Noreaga]
Yo, its all good, I'm likin that two-hundred ?stand
diamonds you my rock,
No I don't need a lot,
Lord I would trade it all,
God I will answer when you knock,
When we talk,
Tell him I would trade it,
Let you
into Voltron
Cold, my heart built with a snowball
And I fuck old women like Zohan
Roll on like Michem, Barry Bonds this bitch
When the beat start
in second
See we winning and you living in the back
This roll call, tell me where my real niggas at
Just know a nigga all about his paper
I run this
Nine-one
Nine-one-one when they see us in the porches
Supa V baby that ce me
Run my streams I got 3 TVs
Roll my woods baby I got weed
She like my C
R-I-P
I
Where I'm sitting now with the kitty cat I'ma laugh when I'm gettin' now
Roll down the window and let the beat slap (??) and strange you can't beat that
good dick made her scream like a rooster
Fuck all da gz we don't rock with the Hoovers
He saying it's beef we gone slide like a scooter
I'm all in her
we roll
Ship a half a mill quick, cause the game is sold
[Hook]
Gon rock it gon drop it, till you reach the top
Off the showroom flo', baby straight
a blunt
Then go roll that motherfucker up with me, man (damn, Slime)
Let's rock out
Cutthroat Paradise East where it's real (ugh)
Nigga can't be
used to rock the Tommy
Romantically involved with your momma probably
Giraffe pussy get as high as I be
I spit Waka Flocka flames when I'm rhyming
'Cause
have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(3 chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(Hip hop and rock n' roll)
So sit
them golden goose
Got exotic flutes
We droppin' dudes
For them brand new shoes
Imma pass on you
She wanna roll
Switch up all flows
Rock out ice the toes
Whether not I afford your rocks
Do you still love the way my breath
Smell just like...
Cigarettes
How it taste like coffee when you...
Kiss my lip
Ladies
I promise I ain’t goin no where
What’s on ya mind mr Lens
Lemme rock out
When we pop out we bring glocks out
Shawty ask why ion smile and why I
my dick up just like it's an Icee yeah
Get off
You started changing that's why we grew apart
She givin' me brain but I doubt she was smart
Your album
It's time
I made up my mind
Your love is so real
You're my reason why
Hey, it's unbelievable the way we rock 'n' roll
The way we steer the ship
the blackbucket hearse
With the rusty grill a chrome
Picking up the homies
We get them one by one
If you ain't Psychopathic Ryda, boy, you cannot come (bump)
when I hear fingers counting money
Prezy out my wrist, rock my fist I need diamonds on it
Life get deep as shit, shit I might as well live in the moment
me in and gave me joy and, girl, now I'm free
You are my circle, when I needed to talk you had my back
You my homie we go back, thank you for your love
begin
From the first time we met, I felt a spark deep within
She's the bud for the God, on the roads that I trod
Need a solid one with me, for when shit
anyway, regardless
Know what I'm saying? It's like that..
I rock niggas off they blocks and leave 'em all in socks
The Chiznock leaving heads knots indeed
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