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roc marciano - rosebudd's revenge lyrics

[verse 1]
you’re doubled up
while them younger sl-ts play double dutch
my new mac 11 came with the muzzle on the front
n-gg- this ain’t a front
my taste buds trump your flavor of the month
rappers can’t f-ck with me you can’t name one
i paid a lump, the table spun
i dip my blunt in angel dust
the gauge pump, turn your brain to mush
the slug’ll make your potato bust
it match what that draco does
give you a halo, while i’m sniffin’ yayo off of j-lo b-tt
it made a playa face go numb
beefin’ with me and mine’ll lead to e.coli
you’re not bonafide, them hoes i just bone and slide
i had a moment, sky open
you not potent, ibuprofen
this is heroin that brown, not that yellow sh-t they steppin’ all over it
if you look close you can see the louis loafer print
some n-gg- put his toes in this sh-t
no sh-t, it’s over wit’
ho this is showmanship
shootouts with foes, yo lord hold up, i think my shoulder hit

[interlude]
think i’m hit n-gg-, sh-t
say word, you caught one lord? let me see
that’s a shoulder wound my n-gg-, sh-t went straight through, you good
let’s go

[chorus]
get back
don’t think you can’t get cleared at where you livin’ at
fast, i put a n-gg- in a trick bag
and send you to yo’ momma gift-wrapped
that’s where i’m at, we gon’ k!ll your -ss
how real is that?
how real is that?
get ’em back

[verse 2]
feast or famine
i’m by the sea tannin’
female companion speaking mandarin
you get a glimpse of me the freaks is clamorin’
i’m in miami wearing your rent on a pair of kicks
and that depend on where you live
i’m thinking somewhere near the calvin klein underwear heir
fresh to death, they thought a n-gg- slept in tupperware
this the upper tier, this for the puppeteers
run your career with just the muscles in my hand
might even push your sh-t back but i don’t cut hair
peel with the toast, melt just like a f-cking b-tter square
you ain’t nothing but a square you b-m
you just here sucking up air
my right hand steer like duh duh man
i’m good money, lil’ buddy i’m no huggie bear
i have you in huggies just like the ones a pet monkey wear
f-ck outta here
you a college kid, we share no common thread
this sh-t prada not doma brand
i’m just sayin’
no disrespect, this sh-t just cost a lot of bread
i’m on your head

- roc marciano lyrics

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