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rasta foreign - rockout lyrics

rockout lyrics
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yeaaaaa yeaaaaa

stand up in they chest i’m bout to rockout my b+tch say she ain’t feeling me she got me out my top now
turn up on all you busters all them hoes call me rasta no question i go dumb dumb yea i’m bout to rockout
come in i’m in this b+tch i’m with the sh+ts and i can’t stand y’all i don’t know you n+ggas we ain’t homies we ain’t hang out
all my b+tches love me ain’t no feelings you cross me it’s repercussion 90 baby i go duffy cut up you know f+ck it

let me slide up in there like a dm i’m pressure you don’t see em run this b+tch i’m bout to eat em
shout out to my lah fea dem f+e+a dey be the reason shut up don’t make me beat you call mj an make you beat it

i keep a couple heaters nah i keep a couple skeezers yeah you know i throw them b+tches keep your gun we don’t need it
play with us my n+ggas deep we f+ck sh+t up an then we leaving my ex alicia on my d+ck she like the way i’m leaning

bae bae done turnt me up now pour me up i need that green up in my cup pink lemonade up out the store jump in my lane and we could roll
behind khaza behind my momma behind dat we cud go so f+ck you n+ggas i’m straight punching b+tches down dats how that go

if it’s up in here it’s up in here i’m sayin sh+t wats up wit it we can get to knuckin if you buckin sh+t i’m dumb with this
come up in that thang i’m with that gang we turning up lah b+tch an we don’t won’t no holler get the f+ck you ain’t my potna

you left me in this stage now i’m f+cked up i’m on that rider sh+t i’m tired of this crush you without hearing i’m on that silence sh+t
put me in this game now bet on me watch i demolish sh+t oh you don’t want it punish my opponent not the opposite

let me in here mane i’m tryna turn you up lah b+tch i bet i make you dance left right or move your f+ckin hips
this here is not a game you know that i’m that mane i’m turning up now let me in the door i’m in that thang
stand up in they chest i’m bout to rockout my b+tch say she ain’t feeling me she got me out my top now
turn up on all you busters all them hoes call me rasta no question i go dumb dumb yea i’m bout to rockout
come in i’m in this b+tch i’m with the sh+ts and i can’t stand y’all i don’t know you n+ggas we ain’t homies we ain’t hang out
all my b+tches love me ain’t no feelings you cross me it’s repercussion 90 baby i go duffy cut up you know f+ck it

yeaaaaaa yeaaaaaaaa
yeeaaaaaahh ah yeaaaaahhhh foreign

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