Sweet Nothings-Roc Marciano

歌手 : Roc Marciano

专辑 : Reloaded

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:26

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TXT Sweet Nothings-Roc Marciano 文本歌词

Sweet Nothings (甜言蜜语) - Roc Marciano

Weep the click to the weapon click

Ship up a brick and hit the script the best sh*t

8 hour shifts out of town power trips

Politics ni**a stole the hollow tips

On from the bottom b**ch

Keep a shawty like I brought 'em b**ch

I'm all about a dollar might find me out with my collar flipped

Kiss the money like a sweet lover

10 seats in the beamer peanut butter

The teens gutter my skin got the green color in between the covers

We the henny in between crumpets

In the air but slut I whisper sweet nothings

Sit right verse control b**ches like puppets

Mixes scarf jamaican cango

Do the tango on the ayo like puffy J Lo

Range rov' not the loreto

I'm back b**ch long 38 with the potato

Play a lil tic toe with the bro like a pack of lipto

Put all that papa make the lipto make your dick grow

Keep you humble flip the dough by the bonto

Blow the smoke out the sundown if it's real

Gator's tail get off my ---

Dog set to the tip but I ain't even trip

Niggers bet they ain't even leave a tip but it's a diff

So I never once felt to need to mention it

I don't even mention it my ni**a

It's nothing sweet nothings

Ham stad It's nothing sweet nothings

Hundred block

I earned my status at the base

Bagging bass it's just a matter of taste

My roots in the ghetto was chained I escaped

Got a couple wounds howled at the moon

Pulled the 2 11 hopped up in the seven

Niggas got it twisted this is just not checkless

Visions of wealth through the eyes of prophets

Or my home stay pocket red bone of chocolate

Drop the money on the count of top

I'm thinking out the box

I sound like the cow fox

With the fox 10 power squats

Pull the dreadlocks

You pull the sour up medicine crop

Connect the dots but leopards have spots

I rest with the heckle and cocks sturd the pots

Purple tops cops circle the blocks

Black weapons but not the ones bird rock

Still with the jocks money off the books purp shots

Murder plots word to my pops ni**a

It's nothing sweet nothings