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romeo - rock my fitted lyrics

(feat. rich boyz)

[hook x2: c-los]
rock my p. millers comin ? in my fitted cap
rock my p. millers comin ? in my fitted cap
(oh) in my fitted cap (whoa) in my fitted cap
all in the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap

[verse: c-los]
im ducked in my fitted ride trucks wit the windows tinted
guttar boyz in it i dont think you dudes serious you’s a scrimmage
you see me step out wit p. miller rims and all the tennis (uh-huh)
in a saints on a fitted jeans blingin and its drippin
oh, you boys playin i’ve been token you boys lame
and i hang around guerrillas its ziped i was thousand
ah man i bank mines and if you yappin thats firin
i left em solder way yea the bullets them rap t-tan (oh)
i keep my rim low, even it can took it to the right
when i turn it to back that means c-los is bout to fight
but i leanin to the left, cuz i sip that purple sprite
so imma, lay like its a spooner come catchin mobile sike
yea n-gg- like me, i got a plan to rival
cuz i got a lot of platinum like placks on p walls
oh lord you know c-los is ready, ducked in my fitted cap
ride in my fitted cap, high in my fitted cap

[hook x2: c-los]

[verse: romeo]
im some special you never seen in my fitted cap money green (okay)
? on the jersey get it cap dawg master teen (you know)
20s on cutlets 26s on the limousines
son of a hustler i had to sell nice cream (sell what)
3.8s when im goin on a date (ah-ha)
5.8s duckin lil’ rome i dont want you in my face (yea)
and i feel some kinda beef i just turn it to the back
wick it straight in the eyes then make it lean back (yea)

[verse: young v]
hat to the side i might be young but im a beats wit it (oh)
freaky like a searcher starched up and lean and freeze in it (oh)
so i can ball in it (oh) hit them ball in it (oh)
throw my soldier cap on them watchin 3 (?) in it (oh)
im a rich boy i aint gotta steal shorty (oh)
tell that lil rich no cops freakin chip shorty (oh)
i do some sacks homie (oh) crannies look like shaq homie
represent guttar music the hood got my back homie

[hook x2: c-los]

[verse: lil’ d]
im ducked in my fitted posted up in the cut
i dont dance in my fitted i just throw my hood up
tryna knuck if you buck we gon catch it to the gut
cuz im gone off that drank tryna find a chicken cup but
lean wit it, rock wit it, yea i keep my glock wit
beefin i pop wit it, possibly due drop gimme (oh)
24s when i roll and my pockets full of doe
in the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap
she wanna see my grill the guttaboy of da south
i dont gotta spit game i spit diamonds in my mouth
yea, im state to state i know ya boys dont hate
so i keep some that’ll make ya click jigglelate
yup, im so t.r.u.
a red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so b.l.u.
and yall boys know what we do
we the proof that keep a lil 22 the master rims on the coupe boy boy

[hook x2: c-los]

- romeo lyrics

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