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may rock - cortez lyrics

[intro: primo b]
(wrist)
(wrist, wrist)
this sh#t’s about to be tough yo, for real, i’m like deadass
just wait, wait until we get on this sh#t
yeah (wrist wrist)
wrist wrist, woo, uh, alright, here we go
turn me up, turn me up, turn me up

[verse 1: primo b]
wrist dripping, got them kyrie handles
got these n#ggas slipping, spark a blunt like a candle
she back that ass up, sh#t was too much to handle
slow it down girl, i can see every angle
thc to the dome , let me get in my zone
big papi ortiz just took my phone
like i made the wrong call to the wrong hoe
i don’t even know what to do anymore
may rock just hit me, we need to record
i tell him fasho, we need to change up the flow
we need to change up the flow, like i’m moving, rondo
we need to change up the flow, like i’m shooting, lonzo
hit you with two lines, now, that’s a combo
we ain’t finished though, may here, bout to k!ll the flow
i would say more but, he up next though
primo out yo, yeah

[break: may rock]
aye, aye, aye, turn me up (yeah)
man, turn me up a little bit (woo)
uh, yeah (aye)

[verse 2: may rock]
milly rock, only bops
top dawg, gimme top (b#tch)
people tryna flex like they really hot
nice try, you really not (nah)
every time i’m on the ‘gram, seeing something that i don’t like
homies tryna cover up their home life
why we posting all the best and the worst days?
wonder why i wasn’t on the ‘gram in the first place (woop)
gimme the baton, i’m making my run
i’m the bomb, my hits go hard, i’m barry bonds
from a little town where the people call me the don
out to the city of the angles, you can call me lebron, uh (yeah)
and enough with them reality shows
i dabble these hoes, to see how far a daiquiri goes
go odell, act a fool, like i madden these hoes
then hit em up like i’m pac but i ain’t mad at you bro, nah

[outro: may rock (primo b)]
50’s in the safe, 100’s in the bank
spitting waka flocka flames going hard in the paint
know i’m bout to k!ll it, it ain’t no debate
like i’m running for the office or kamara for the saints (50’s)
50’s in the safe (100’s), 100’s in the bank
spitting waka flocka flames going hard in the paint
all these other rappers just a copy and paste
and i’mma get it now, never let it going to waste, nah, aye
aye put some respect on my name all 2020
i mean that sh#t (wrist wrist)
(wrist wrist)

- may rock lyrics

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