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lil kuzco - rockety (remix) lyrics

[hook: king cult]
rockety rockety, vroom (oouh)
pull up on that b-tch with a rolls (yah)
rockety rockety, vroom (oouh)
f-ckin’ on your b-tch she a bop (wow)
rockety rockety, vroom (vroom)
pull up on that b-tch with a rolls (ooh)
rockety rockety, vroom (ooh)
f-ckin’ on your b-tch she a bop (yah)

[verse 1: lil kuzco]
dimes on dimes like curry in the 15′ (splash)
racks on racks turned 20 to a 50 (racks, racks, racks)
never won a fa just ligue, ligue, ligue i (ligue)
got a diamond ring on my finger left pinky (left, what?)
rockety my way
money my way
gave b-tch 2k
said she gon’ stay (gon’ stay)
rain on that beach thats all handos
dirty sprite in the bando
pull up jumper like i’m lonzo (splash)
pull up skrt in a lambo (vroom!)
got b-tches strippin’ b-lls
jimmy butler in the fourth (splash)
never missin’, always winnin’
never losin’, keep controllin’
never missin’, always winnin’
never losin’, keep controllin’

[pre-hook: lil kuzco]
halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah!)
halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah!)
halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah!)
halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah!)

[verse 2: a. nayaka]
hunnid bands, hunnid bands
rockety, rockety
whodaman, whodaman
gotta be kinda me
checks on me like nike, nike
pickin up yo b-tch like i would prolly
this one for the homies doin’ shit up in the south
shout out to the cult, we should reconnect the sound
now oh my god i might be bashin’ oh my lord
spit so much fire i be heading straight for mars
got so much higher i done start to see the stars
i roll a blunt up filled with gas and then i leave yo’ -ss afar
now b-tch you can’t go far
and i’m not done in the booth
hocus pocus peter pan
shoot this shit straight out your roof
flying high, neverland
oversaturated over so possessive
all these women, i know
meditated all up in the himalayas
like a monk i know

colorblind, colorblind, colorblind, colorblind, colorblind
yo shoutout to madt cult
shoutout to lil kuzco
shoutout to king cult
flex

[verse 3: king cult]
rockety rockety
blowin’ the fetti
your rocket too rusty
mine pop like confetti
b-tches want raw meat imma give em’ salmon
made you eat the plan b no it’s not my problem
really on top of the game
all these b-tches want bang
all my dead blue ocean
i keep the cheese in the mattress
i make the pussy look flawless
mix the sugar with the salt
you the beggar we the cult
head bands on me flex
i’m the king and you the blower
i made a dam to keep the water from dropping
dropping new hits what i’m flexing
flexing on bluffs what you facing
all these homies look away
got the jumper fade away
bake the pussy kyrie
cook the dope ramsay

- lil kuzco lyrics

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