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rocaine - eight lyrics

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[hook]:
yeah i gotta go mine, watching chico do a line
i been trapping with them snipers, n-gg-
not enough dough? get some more
rocaine married to the game, don’t give a f-ck about no hoe
i could be a millionaire, still a kick a n-gg- sh-t
it’s finessin’, thought it’s magic how i trick a n-gg-, quick
300 for them juggs, bout sh-t, now i’m living
lil b-tch n-gg- sh-t, hit him with that super soaker

[bridge]:
if you scared of k!llers, get away, then i’m brazy
always with my baby, like jay-z, don’t play me
you ain’t crazy, black on black mercedez
just me and my lady, not no b-tch the police gotta f-ckin’ chase me
n-gg- you a maybe… maybe kinda g-y, g

[verse 1]:
if i fall off, i’m going to ???
my b-tch p-ssy yellow as a ???
feds taking pictures so i’m posing
oh you just like jody, you just popped yo brody
ever saw a eighth or a o? a hundred packs like boldy
looking at my rollie, with them k!llers hopping out the stoley
get whoever nosey, heard them he-rs-s cozy
d-mn i miss my brother, i’m a ???
eight mile b-tch with them scams and them scolies
i ain’t got no gas for a heart, b-tch i’m on e
p-ssy wanna ???, hit him with a ???
breaking down bands at the stoley
we ain’t beefin’ with y’all lames
that’s what y’all doing? still broke as h-ll
d-mn boy, you beef with hundred dollar deals?
my b-tch real bad, car real fast
we don’t f-ck with these n-gg-s, but they still mad
why these n-gg-s hate? only lord knows
b-tch i’m from the war zone
money on my mind and gang sh-t
y’all lil f-ck -ss n-gg-s on the same sh-t
d-mn, go make a move, n-body move
i might throw this b-tch, so i’m gone buy a few
i heard they wanna k!ll me, ain’t n-body do it
on some real sh-t, cause ain’t n-body stupid
every time you see me, i be with my goonies
heard he wanna beef just like lil b–bie
in my 2-3s you couldn’t walk a mile
n-gg-, in my hood, everything loud
man down, don’t get blessed up
4-4 boys ???

[bridge]:
if you scared of k!llers, get away, then i’m brazy
always with my baby, like jay-z, don’t play me
you ain’t crazy, black on black mercedez
me and my lady, not no b-tch but the police gotta chase me
n-gg- you a maybe… maybe kinda g-y, g

[hook]:
yeah i gotta go mine, watching chico do a line
i been trapping with them snipers, n-gg-
not enough dough? get some more
rocaine married to the game, don’t give a f-ck about no hoe
i could be a millionaire, still a kick a n-gg- sh-t
it’s finessin’, thought it’s magic how i trick a n-gg-, quick
300 for them juggs, bout sh-t, now i’m living
lil b-tch n-gg- sh-t, hit him with that super soaker



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