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MEMPHIS BLEEK
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R.O.C.
Lyricist:Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith
Yo just man, gimma a heat rock man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla J-Jeah j-jeah j-jeah bounce! easy Ya heard? We back, bitches Don't be scared now, it's the Roc We here, ya know? As if we left this bitch Really though, ya know? Marcy holla, uh oh, Brooklyn Let's do this shit right, yo
I pull up on deuce deuces, still roofless No security I move with shooters V Tweezy dual exhaust Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus, DGL I'm on skinnies, two with me Battle of Armi, '89 in it I'm blowin' on Phillies And yeah I'm high as fuck And the Roc's the realest click nigga I'm a buy as fuck
Say, I'm bug 'cause I walk with a hung John Nine two hund' fifty, don't disrespect me I call my nigga seal the deal 'Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick And I got that on stand by What you commercial niggas fly stand buy, won't you stand by And let a nigga do his dues Fuck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew, the
R, realest niggas puttin' it down O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
R, realest niggas puttin' it down O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors White tees and fitted's, backwoods and spinage That's haze for you dudes who don't get it I smoke silver and strawberry Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary I keep one that keep one Yeah my bitch bag bitches too, we the illest crew
Nothin' change but the rims upgrade Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It's quarters now ma, and I'm on it now So hop in, I pull off like toupes And the only thing I rock on my hip that's two ways My bitch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters Still peeling the city with two seaters And you know how I does it while I'm doin' it Black coupin' it bitch, I keep two in it
R, realest niggas puttin' it down O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
R, realest niggas puttin' it down O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
Look here, I live wild like Q cousin, day-day Anytime I want, I take they K Next Friday, till November Stay two more weeks I'll be home in December You know I move like that The game all mad 'cause I'm back with my tool like that I'm in that big body truck That I whip through the sky like I don't give a fuck
Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage Just copped it, I drove it and parked it Truthfully that's my Sunday wheel And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel nigga I got one day for her still okay for her But by sunrise, I throwed her one high You know I'm up and out Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, pull out easy gone, it's the
R, realest niggas puttin' it down O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
R, realest niggas puttin' it down O, other niggas can't see us now C, come through your hood snatch and reap up But keep cannon on me to clear streets up
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