Lyrics:
You've got me coming back like Rogaine
Even know I'll always feel the same
the vacuum seal
Highest paid, but the lowest key
Dropping hundreds like loose change
Snatched wigs on the last drop
On your head like Rogaine
In your head
some rogaine
No name
I got some shooters and some wit no aim
Balmain
Jimmy might chew her
My shorty too clean
Real fetti
We gone take ya melon
We gone
wylin
I get loose, steady grooving in my own lane
I bring fire like I walk around with propane
Money coming in like his hair on Rogaine
Stacking hella
we'd both be vets
I done balled so hard I had to hit em' with that Rogaine flex
Heart-breaker, risk-taker, money-maker
Don't save her
Got your girl, she
help myself
B**** I'm on fire like propane
I rock out like Cobain
I'm up in her head like Rogaine
Choppa'll make em dance like soul train
The foreign all
Cooler than a pillow on a snow day!
I don’t really much spit game. (You) either in or you aint. Bring it hair like Rogaine.
Girl I know you fine, but
gimme the yuck
Back of the whip with a zip in the trunk
I want this shit like the top of the bunk
Im in
My lane
Grown up
Rogaine
She slurp me
Lo-Mein
hos
I'm only hear to restore the game and I'm gonna bring that shit back like some fuckin Rogaine
I played chicken with a train and I never even moved
on this....
Are you scared?
Devil without cause, and I'm back
with the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes
No rogaine in
on okay
She knows I like it bald no Rogaine, That's My Favorite Thing John Coltrane
Like a sax how she blew my wood, when she did it knew what she was doing
O-T-T-O
Turn off the auto-gain
I got a full fucking head
Not talking rogaine
I got ideas, on ideas
All fire, propane
Adidas was Medici
No C, Co-Kayne
I
Fast food, cocaine, hell even Rogaine
We're all addicted to something from drugs to Jenna James
Television perpetrated these lies and it's so lame
game n***a
We here now, rogaine n***a
Smoking gas, propane n***a
They so lame n***a
Choppa make a n***a dance, soul train n***a
I lost a couple my
of cocaine
I let that money grow
I call it Rogaine
I feel my bro pain
That's why I spark flames
So every word out my mouth is like propane
Yeah yeah toasting
to front hard saying I don't know who you are but
Its all good
Yea it ok
Cause my dreams still grow like its rogaine
And my style hot watch how the flow
to take me many different ways still I'm here
But like Rogaine, You know I'm in here
I hope you hear me, But the message forget it
I'm still, Searching for
the six like I come from Toronto
But you can catch me on the Mutombo
Tryna make it out hair, Repunzell
Tryna Rogaine from the struggle
Mom said I'm dancin'
like Rogaine
Ride around on my soul train & I'm bout to blow like I'm propane
I mean, who woulda thought
I gotta shot
Whether you ready or not
You gon'
Setting this shit on fire like its propane
Niggas is old news need some rogaine
Gold Chains
All these niggas want mane, me?
I'm trynna come up for the whole
Hank Hill with the propane
Flow fresh like Colgate
No Gribble I don't need no Rogaine
Flows sicker what I spit so contagious
Burning so hot, might melt
losing by hair; let me get you Rogaine
Ha! The nerve on a man; Kobane
This is Big Baller brand; stay in your lane
This, right, here's the joint
Al-ways,
another rap dude down the boulevard
That’s no thang
That’s no pain
That’s no gain
That’s no playin
Playin' no games
That’s no mas
That’s Rogaine
That’s real
Tryna get it all back, Rogaine
Break will fix it, we hoping
Stop holding grudge like Cobain
You play too much, Im joking
You keep saying you miss this
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