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bbyafricka - rodgers park lyrics

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[chorus]
you could catch a n+gga speeding in the fast lane
i was coming in left and right soon as that cash came
i got so many opps i don’t know who they is
but i pray to god n+ggas don’t got kids
stress a n+gga out and let a n+gga smoke cigs
i’ll beat a n+gga down ’til he smoke blacks
i ain’t even mean to set you up, it was like that
b+tch i got a attitude, where my ppp?
it’s my money and i want it right now

[verse 1]
finna go back to robbing n+ggas out in downtown
and if that n+gga call me over, then you know it’s going down
(b+tch)
i’ma call that n+gga simon ’cause he do what i say
if that’s my n+gga, then that’s my slave
if you want to be my n+gga, you gon’ have to be a slave
you gon’ have to be tall, you gon’ have to be straight
you gon’ have to have the curve when the d+ck real long
if hе slang good d+ck, you better leavе him alone

[pre+chorus]
you know i’m a stalker baby
real rogers park baby
fat b+tches got the best p+ssy on lock, baby
[chorus]
you could catch a n+gga speeding in the fast lane
i was coming in left and right soon as that cash came
i got so many opps i don’t know who they is
but i pray to god n+ggas don’t got kids
stress a n+gga out and let a n+gga smoke cigs
i’ll beat a n+gga down ’til he smoke blacks
i ain’t even mean to set you up, it was like that
b+tch i got a attitude, where my ppp?
it’s my money and i want it right now

[verse 2]
i’ma do you worse and make your ass go talk to the lady
took her on a nice date, yeah we went to the getty
tryna invite me to the cookout, i said “nah, i ain’t ready”
i don’t want to meet your mama, b+tch your mama disrespectful
b+tch i got a bad temper, b+tch you better be careful
i need a big black fat ass n+gga like darryl
gone and wash that p+ssy up, make sure that it’s sterile
i be h+lla mad, i be h+lla sad
everybody chose up and now you n+ggas mad

[pre+chorus]
you know i’m a stalker baby
real rogers park baby
fat b+tches got the best p+ssy on lock, baby
[chorus]
you could catch a n+gga speeding in the fast lane
i was coming in left and right soon as that cash came
i got so many opps i don’t know who they is
but i pray to god n+ggas don’t got kids
stress a n+gga out and let a n+gga smoke cigs
i’ll beat a n+gga down ’til he smoke blacks
i ain’t even mean to set you up, it was like that
b+tch, it was like that



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