thouxanbanfauni – rokk lyrics
(intro)
bl!ck
bleh
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ha
(chorus)
bands, stuck
bag it up
n+gga get to close, bet that glock back it up (bah, bah, bah)
ratchets, thotties, baddies, f+ck
can’t be like these simp ass n+ggas out here who tryna cuff
pounds, gas, grams, dope
n+gga wanna be an opp to me, an enemy he get smoked
sticks, bl!ckies, d+cks
keep that sh+t on my bed
totin’ what i tote (bl!ck)
jacket, pockets, bank, big, o’s
ain’t nun’ but o’s
o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s
(verse 1)
baddies, cats, trash right out the lot (lot)
bags, full of drugs and cash out the spot (hoo, spot, out the spot)
real rockstar, traphouse full of rocks
rock, rock, rock, rock, full of rock
rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
full of rock, rock, rock, rock (how i rock)
(verse 2)
double c chanel but i tripled up the racks (for real)
pourin’ up a four, i done conjured up that act (ugh)
had to curve a hoe i hit before, can’t hit her back (back)
crossed out every n+gga who tried to stab me on my back (back, back, back)
f+cked ’bout every hoe, swear she wouldn’t let me clap (woo)
please don’t run up on me, ptsd get you wacked (brrt, brrt)
don’t ever say you know me, talkin’ loud we go way back (uh uh)
never been the same ever since i lost matt (matt)
been had rank got my stripes, you get signed (been had it)
been broke the bank, you gon’ die tryna touch mine (mine)
y’all gon’ go broke tryna keep up with my guys
murder what she wrote, i need a b+tch who shootin’ slime
i don’t want a friendly b+tch who out here bein’ kind (nuh uh)
archive rick, archive number (n)ine
i don’t like (?) undercover over my boxers (uh uh)
and i don’t f+ck with n0body, that’s just how i rock
(verse 3)
rock, rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
rock, rock, that’s just how i rock
(chorus)
bands, stuck
bag it up
n+gga get to close, bet that glock back it up (bah, bah, bah)
ratchets, thotties, baddies, f+ck
can’t be like these simp ass n+ggas out here who tryna cuff
pounds, gas, grams, dope
n+gga wanna be an opp to me, an enemy he get smoked
sticks, bl!ckies, d+cks
keep that sh+t on my bed
totin’ what i tote (bl!ck, bah)
jacket, pockets, bank, big, o’s
ain’t nun’ but o’s
o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s, o’s
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