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roc marciano - killing time lyrics

[verse 1]
might spot me in the mocha roadster
something bad up on the corner
my white hoe standing like anna kournikova
i called her over
people pointing, “yo there goes rosebudd”
all my clothes is bought with hoe’s blood
rollin bud in the b-tton up
b-tches b-tton it up
you see me and the homie here bustin’ it up
crunching numbers over suckling duck
i was stuffed, the wine was robust
i rolled a blunt up
my presence embodies wealth
my wrist rocky, not versace belts
the white, got it from rafael
pockets swell, i got the intel
from golems out in roswell
now i got more rides than jerry seinfeld
i’ll cut your wive’s tails, it’s no old wive’s tale
stable’s filled with clydesdales
brazilian bombsh-lls to quell all dryspells
with top shottas, get shot up by a pot of oxtail
the caddy p-ssed
the scallywags can’t carry my calf bally bag
my b-tch young halle bad
something a real mack would marry, she got the fat [?]

[hook]
i try but i, i don’t want to live a lie, why would i
goodbye ma, we had a good time
i know i’m a good guy
maybe somewhere down the line, if you’re still fine
but for now i’m just k!llin’ time

[verse 2]
d-mn i’m fly, flying in from panama with tan lines
might paint the s5 camouflage
i was handed a baton
my feet was in sand in san juan, female companion
i stole her from her man in club zanzibar
she got more bread than roseann barr
the answers was in the stars, she said my hands were soft
i parked the phantom
she said her old man’s a neanderthal
babydoll was in thrall, we indoors
no gulps, sips of cristal, it was in the crystal ball
i was wearing christian dior
the fortune teller showed this to me when i was a little boy

[verse 3]
for this trail of broken hearts we like ocean sharks
composing art, black mozart
make the p-ssyhole fart
vanilla ice cream, cookie dough parts
no need to cook for me
yo ma, just know i’m goodie mob (i’m good, ma)
f-ck you with all my jewelry on, my wood’s a chili dog
i’m k!lling these wh0r-s, my crib look like a minimall
just bought a bentley, i’ma get me 20 more for all my dogs
i feel like boston george in michael jordan shorts
water sports, need more p-ssports
to europeans i’m like h-sselhoff
when you see me: hats off, then p-ss the torch
f-ck all the back and forth, i’m clapping at your boss
for tryna tap the source your thoughts will turn to applesauce

- roc marciano lyrics

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