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cartier rod - rod on rod lyrics

f+ck it ima go in this b+tch from the top
this ain’t written this sh+t off the top
i won’t pick up the pen just the mop
n+ggas carousel spin your whole block
you ain’t sh+t but a b+tch with a glock
and this glock got a sick for the thots
i mean stick wit a clip for da opps
why you rapping it flop when u drop play dat sh+t like da baby it bop
got a dirty 30 like i’m stephen curry
too much liq in my cup now my vision blurry
give her d+ck now i leave like i’m in a hurry
oh she call me a dog now im feeling furry
oh dat b+tch got a wagon her sh+t is st+rdy
oh dat b+tch on her knees now she getting dirty
oh dat b+tch want a kiss now she feeling flirty
once i give you this p+n+s you gotta leave
baby pick up ya purse and go fix ya weave
girl i’m not yo lil n+gga that’s make believe
i be feeling to blessed b+tch i gotta sneeze
b+tch i feel like jay z b+tch i got the keys
you ain’t moving no work you ain’t pushing p’s
got a b+tch and she haitian she banging z’s
too much drip on my body like d+ck disease
make her wait for the d+ck b+tch i like to tease
n+gga you ain’t no gangster you never squeezed
you was in school getting a’s and bs
got some head in the gym that b+tch double d’d
got a b+tch and she f+ck with my come up
me and her we gon f+ck till the sun up
guess that means that she suck my lil sun up
got a lil boo today balling like i’m mudiay
f+cked a lil b+tch then i had to go and scoot away
got a lil check b+tch i’m finna cop a coupe today
sh+tting on these n+ggas i ain’t even finna p++p today
shout out reekap n+gga snapped on the beat b+tch
hoes in my room no top south beach b+tch
too much clout my phone can’t reach this
she ain’t wanna f+ck now i’m up she said rod come beat this
no i’m not ya n+gga b+tch rod can’t eat this
ion wanna f+ck you smell like seafish
now i’m just talking on the motherf+ckin beat b+tch
call me lil wade i been dropping h+lla heat b+tch
now i’m getting bread like pizza that’s deep this
stalking on my page she like n+gga why you tweet this
girl you not my wife you could never ever keep this
mad i didn’t cuff now the b+tch wanna sneak diss
(oh that’s it?)

- cartier rod lyrics

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