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roseboy – pit stop lyrics

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(ayy)

[hook]
b-tch i’m back and it’s roseboy, (ayy)
think you stuntin’ you a broke boy
thick b-tches, thick blunts, that’s a toke boy
and my team strapped up like a tote, boy

ayy, ayy i don’t gotta talk i’m the sh-t
pumping out these bangers
all my songs already hits, ayy

with the bags on the road boy
pit stop on your block
take the shot boy!

[verse 1: roseboy]

(yuh, yuh, yuh)

ay

(yuh)

back up
keep talking sh-t, i keep making hits, you get smacked up

i’m in the back of the club counting them racks up
you can try to f-ck me up, go ahead
but i’m backed up

[verse 2: vuko]
yeah, they act tough
i’m gon’ dip your girl in my bathtub, while i’m feeling loose
pour that act up when i’m comin’ through
get your act up when you in the noose
yeah, i’m blacked up in a ski mask
you gon’ breath last when i’m on the move
take his beat and his kneecaps, (he) gon’ need rehab
when i’m coming through

[verse 3: roseboy]
please, i insist
free throws like shaq, yeah you miss
thumbin’ through these racks
you a b-tch
p-ssin round your misses with the clique
ayy!

‘stead of waistin’ all my time i’m the sh-t
heart is racing on the line take a sniff
order more, yeah i’m lacing all my kicks
gettin’ so much head, there’s no point in counting l!cks

[hook]
b-tch i’m back and it’s roseboy, (ayy)
think you stuntin’ you a broke boy
thick b-tches, thick blunts, that’s a toke boy
and my team strapped up like a tote, boy

ayy, ayy i don’t gotta talk i’m the sh-t
pumping out these bangers
all my songs already hits, ayy

with the bags on the road boy
pit stop on your block
take the shot boy!

[verse 4: roseboy]
yeah, i’m movin’ to fast you can’t tell what i’m gonna do
i’ma’ get this cash, make it last, while it’s coming through
i might hit that -ss from the back, i’m incredible
time to give me head, give me bread, where the credits due!

i’m gettin’ head, you gettin’ nothin’
i’m gettin’ bed, you gettin’ fronted
i’m gettin’ head, you gettin’ lead, you gon’ be dead while i’m gettin’ something

just take my word, we gon’ make it somethin’
i spend a rack, to me, it’s nothin’
my girl loose, your girl cuffin’
i light it up and i stay puffin’

[verse 5: vuko]

slit your wrist like i’m emo
b-tch you a cancer i’m the chemo
i’ma’ hit the store, let the st–z blow
make a swish on your b-tch like i’m d rose

yeah, i’m back on the block, popped a bean hoe
tick tock on the glock, gotta reload
lip gloss on my c-ck she gon’ deepthroat
yeah, my b-tch a “kate moss”, she a freak hoe

[hook]
b-tch i’m back and it’s roseboy, (ayy)
think you stuntin’ you a broke boy
thick b-tches, thick blunts, that’s a toke boy
and my team strapped up like a tote, boy

ayy, ayy i don’t gotta talk i’m the sh-t
pumping out these bangers
all my songs already hits, ayy

with the bags on the road boy
pit stop on your block
take the shot boy!

[verse 6: roseboy]

david blane she gon’ make that d-ck disappear
i’m the man, i’m the man of the f-cking year
started making songs only been a year
make the fam’ so proud, i might shed a tear

play it so d-mn loud in they f-ckin’ ears
i’m in tune with the tune, this is my career
i -ssume i’ma’ bloom i’ma’ hear they cheers
this is all that i want, i’m gon’ make it here (yuh, yuh, yuh)