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rocaine – go in lyrics

[intro]
4-4 boys n-gg-

[verse: feez money]
i’m a gangsta, i ain’t even gotta talk about it
so soon as i pull up in the parking lot, all the broads start to jock
plus i hang with a pack of gorillas, nowadays n-gg-s snitch so i be smacking these n-gg-s
d-mn
and you know i had to brag a little, different color diamonds in my watch look like a bag of skittles
and you know i’m shinning tight
keep the glock on my llama sight, cause i’m selling china white
n-gg-
so holla if you need crack to sell
i’m a shoot it out with police before i go back to jail
you think i’m soft
try me then
and i don’t like talk
i’m a leave you stretch on the ground outline in white chalk
now i got yo fam lined up, tryna find out where the cake stashed
ak’s
bared face
m-th-f-ckas face smashed
who ever talk gone get it first cause i hate snitches
they gone straight in the ally with your face missing

[verse: rocaine]
i wake up in the morning everyday
count k n-gg-
like a fat b-tch, i got a whole lotta weight n-gg-
all my hoes bad
need a bag, i’m a cost ya bandz
i ain’t go to school n-gg-, but i’m still doing math
i was in the cut, where was you?
i don’t even know
me and m-th-f-cking dough, i don’t need hoes
i don’t give a f-ck if i’m getting sleeped on
f-ck rap
i’m in the trap, i got 3 phones
i don’t never answer calls, for these broads, i’m a f-cking dog
can you spend the night? h-ll naw
b-tch at the alarm
phone trapping so f-cking hard, it ain’t even charged
b-tches dead at the bar, kill him at the car
ak’s for you f-ck face
new ye’s sold at mj
car race in the boats from ca
roommates, f-ck the dea
dope case, f-ck court
come chase me, bad grades
og’s no a’s

[verse: molly brazy]
i ain’t with hating sh-t
i’m tryna touch m’s
got pictures for the pressure, i keep my lips sealed
applying pressure to these b-tches, they don’t like that
yeah
i spend it, i spend it, i’ll get it right back
it’s time to get this money together, but all you rather hate
i don’t chase sh-t but the money, so i paper chase
slide down yo block, ro bussing out the window
hunnid round drum in his hand
that ain’t no f-cking filer
50 misses
you think you safe in that vest huh?
headshots
we ain’t aiming at your chest n-gg-
my n-gg- shoot when i say, ain’t gotta throw em sh-t
don’t hesitate
they trigger happy, b-tch it’s over with
he wanna talk about our future, about time i ain’t spending
i’m counting cheese n-gg-
wait a m-th-f-cking minute
lil icy b-tch
i ain’t the flashy type
slide down the block in yo hood, rocking all my ice
why you mad?
get some money b-tch
don’t do no dumb sh-t
you gone end up on my knock up list
boom, boom, boom

- rocaine lyrics

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