Move D**e (Explicit)-Roc Marciano

歌手 : Roc Marciano

专辑 : Rosebudd's Revenge

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:40

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TXT Move D**e (Explicit)-Roc Marciano 文本歌词

Move D**e (Explicit) - Roc Marciano

Written by：Roc Marciano

It is what it is f**k what it could have been

Read the bulletin you just some sh*t to put some bullets in

Fill the clips you push this in

Look what I did here with a book and pen

Might stomp you leave a gucci footprint

They groom the pimp to berg dorf good man

The handle on the burner wooden

Ni**a ain't no what ifs

It's all real there ain't no other way to put it

Niggas p**sy they don't wanna see us masked up and hooded

Niggas better off sneak dissing

If we was kids I might send you home with ya sneakers missing

Listen b dong leave your b**ch with me she easy pickings

Fo sheezy I do you greasy like Chinese chicken

Smoke blunts back to back wore hunchback

The bag made the bungee cord snap

Pull up the for eigns with my gorgeous a**

My smile's porcelain my hood's a gauntlet

Be like them my sh*t more lit it's orange glowing baby

I'm a say this once and once only

I'm a control freak

I got mind control over freaks

Two hands to secure the mag dog it's on

You just pray we don't cross paths scorch ya a**

Moisture splash on the dash you jackass

I'm just cracking crabs thanks to all the crackheads

Y'all niggas might need a rs

Spray a rs at quasars you was made with a paper heart

The purple haze in a mason jar

What you take me for some waiter with a tablecloth

My sable hang to the floor the velour I wore is made by liz clai borne

Listen baby doll you get what you paid for

Feel like I got a license to move d**e

I feel like I got a license to move d**e

Niggas pull the and start spraying sh*t

You don't care who you aim and hit what you an atheist

Maybe its the Ap that lay on the wrist

My leather avi soft as baby sh*t

Cop the range threw the Mercedes in for 80 cent

Move like a kingpin from'86

I'm all covered up with gator and mink

The pump shottie made your body stink I'm linked

There's no honor amongst thieves or camaraderie

Small 2 5's in the sleeve surprisingly

You ain't awake to see them gangstas made of ivory

My three eight's my gangsta id

You can't hide what the naked eye see

Jamaican lady whine for me

Two biscuits like it's time for tea

I'm like ice t times three drop em somewhere to die in peace

Let's set the record straight you date hoes on section 8

My sexual mates they own real estate

I'm everything you niggas ain't