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roc marciano - flash gordon lyrics

[production by the alchemist]

[verse 1]
used to have to pitch
now i print cash with the bic
the pad is a blank check
embrace death, taste flesh
while the rhyme on the page is still wet
far from fict-tious
the cars attract the b-tches
i hear the whispers
my palms got the blisters
by the 4-5, you’re moisturized
the oysters are fried
pull fives out the toy box
be as lonely at the top
the watchband is croc
the palace is a camelot
don’t ride the camel when it’s hot
they channeling pac
my chairmen scramble and rock
while i dance to the spanish guitar
spit the chorus
to stimulate the wh0r-’s cl-toris
it taste like porridge
i felt rewarded, from the man
i ran from the warrant
the high-top ewings is blue and orange
flash gordon

[hook]
we still getting it
piping dimes on the terrace
i’m thinking about my life where it’s headin
i sleep with heat under the pillow
the cash is where i left it, it’s nothing
i watch the city while i’m f-cking
i’m such a glutton
gucci bucket with the chukkas
motherf-ckers

[verse 2]
as a dove flew out the glove of the magician
it was just as i predicted
reality is prescripted
trees twisted, autistic
gorgeous hitmen escort the vixen
porsches, imported liquids
to buy a snake and acquired taste, we play for higher stakes
wine and dine by the fireplace
romantic, strawberries on the c0ke
my chariot approach
i vanished, parlaying with the players
switch layers, mr. rogers, galoshes
foxes to dance topless
i hit the spot that’s erogenous, erotic
brolic hips, hippopotamus, chocolate b-tch
the clock is a swiss, the chronic is lit
gin and tonic, the mix, the benz is a 6
inside the matrix, i’m the glitch
.357 with the rubber grip
so when the beef pop, the sh-t don’t slip

- roc marciano lyrics

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