Lyrics:
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck
You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon?
Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly,
you can't hold me
No scoring on me I'm a goalie
Driving a whip, it's a trolley
I'm rockin' 24 like I'm Kobe
I been outside with my homies
I might just
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
'em in a hoop, couple youngins' hanging out
Who the fuck you pussy niggas got a problem with?
Ask about me in the streets, I'm who dey rockin wit
I
a trip
Girl, I heard you need a lift
Milly rockin in my whip
All my riders they legit
Gold on me that's the Midas touch
Ballin' in on em like the sliders
HVNTER
Yeah, huh
Pull up yuh i'm rockin white
I'm rockin that casper
Got a bad bitch yeah she pull
Up on me all night
She wanna go faster
Got that
We got the lights, cameras, action We rockin' the latest fashion
Gucci and Louis, Prada, Chanel and all the uh
But what do you see in me
What do you
fucking body
I thought I told ya
My heart yea that shit is icy
It got that could touch
You talk down my actions silent
I'm finna fold ya
You gave me your
ain't got no names
Switch yards full a' old black men
And the graveyards full of them rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are ya?
Well,
chips whatever you need i can Get
Get to the bread and stay out the mix if you moving bricks stay low key
Better use ya head if you get in some shit Got
a dad
Don't get me excited
You'll crash no land
I'm walking on water
You sinking fam
Like what the fuck is you thinking man
Got the heaters tucked
Ain't
Rockin' The Suburbs
Let me tell y'all what it's like
Being male, middle-class and white
It's a b*tch, if you don't believe
Listen up to my new CD
be.
I don't have a lot of money, but I'm rich as a man can be.
I got my woman and my music and they mean so much to me.
Now, jumpin' rockin' rhythm,
better quit what you're doin' and look out for us
We're gonna keep on rockin' all through the night
We're comin' out to watch the world pass us by
still Rockin Wit Me
Santa Ana still Rockin Wit Me
Atlanta still Rockin Wit Me
Top Ramen
Very often
Good music
Very common
Got sick
Almost coffin
No shots
ain't gotta manage it
All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity
We rockin' red diamonds, you rockin' the rhinestones
Act' in my
weight
I'm sippin' this sizzurp, I pour me an eight
Sold out dates, cash every day
I got you Hermés, I light up Blu-rays
This cheetah my pet,
a zombie, shout it out now
If you feel like a zombie, shout it out now
She got me rockin'
She got me movin'
She got me dancin'
She got me rockin'
She got me
like I'm Jordan
Smiley, Miley, come swing the thing right by me
Gotta a joint if you wanna get stoned, got choppers if they wanna try me
Pro athlete
rockin'-rockin
Nigga, you could hate but ya bitch steady watchin'
All the-all the hoes jockin'-jockin'
Beat steady knockin'-knockin'
Middle of the stage, got
happens when you see a
Fake nigga rockin' Bapes, nigga?
Get up out my face, give me space, nigga
(Right)
What happens when you fucked a nigga bitch?
guns
Cause me and my niggas gon Spray you down and make you Run
We rockin at the party
We talkin at the party
We rockin at the party
We talkin
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