vetéments
Rōzu! & Pamane
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I can never give a f*ck about these niggas all up in my page Yeah, f*ck all these niggas, all these niggas bitches All y'all wanna do is see me in a damn But Me and Rozu got a whole bag coming Oh shit, is that your bitch, she wanna come through F*ck the hoe, kick her out like it's kung fu You got a gun, that's okay, we got guns too Do a drive-by, we just shoot through the sun roof And that bitch is so bad, but she said that I'm rude too You ain't boss, I ain't runnin' it by you Makin' so much money, think I could buy you With the humpmen in old town, like bayou She asked me what's on my neck, that's that V.V John Cena these niggas can't see me yeah But Me and Rozu got a whole bag coming Make the hoes 2x6 that's a dozen In Hawaii She lovin' on me like McLovin Squad wiping niggas like I'm Tyler Blevins Back from the dead, bitch, I feel like the reverend Follow the leader so follow my steppin No I can never hurt you, we gotta fix this together Hit the stu once, I'm a hit and run and I put it in the blunt (Omg) Tell me don't you rush , tell me this the one Oh Tell me that's the one, yeah I might just slide in all black tint so you know who we are, yeah They say they count up like rocket We take off we on our way to Mars Yeah, taking a shot until I hit one on me Bag in Prada that just regular to me Put my bitch in Christian like, she praying to me Pour a deuce for my mans, it can't happen to me I got way too much to lose, and way too much to gain So put it in the shot, I, I Miss the way we were, but not the way we are It's different from the start, I can't go back to it Realize I'm better on my own Revive, CD on the phone Tell me I'm better off alone Oh shit, put me in my zone Real quick, V is off the lone Mention Story of the GOAT, me You can't take me off my shi, I'm just Tryna buy it off the lease, ridin' in a all black MC Gucci all up on my feet Balenci all up on my meat (Oh wow) Stop blowin' up my phone, bit Money coming in , go home bit Pamaney all up on that beat Keep drums incase a case a nigga wanna see Niggas don't say I can do it So I'ma show them I did Wake the block up wit a movement Tell mama I did my best But these niggas way too pussy Like, why you crash out bout' a bitch I already promised that I won't hurt you Why the f*ck would you stab my back But Me and Rozu got a whole bag coming Make the hoes 2x6 that's a dozen In Hawaii She lovin' on me like McLovin Squad wiping niggas like I'm Tyler Blevins Back from the dead, bitch, I feel like the reverend Follow the leader so follow my steppin No I can never hurt you, we gotta fix this together
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Written by: Dan-Sweety Libibe, McClaren Porcenat
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