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Roqit

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(Aye)
(It’s Roqit, ‘bout to give it to ‘em, you know)
(Big Hubble man satellite shit)
(You feel me, let’s get it)
Ride with the semi so the car automatic (Automatic)
No blue lights but they parting in traffic (They gone)
Ain’t no pimp but I’m workin these ratchets (These hoes)
Hollows had lunch so they locking the casket (Yeah)
Thinking you dripping ‘cause your clothes ain’t matching (Hold on)
She like it extended not talking ‘bout lashes (That pipe)
Looking for smoke they playing with matches (Yeah)
Got ‘em addicted so I’m selling these patches (That powder)
Signs like a blur, limits can’t even read ‘em (Yeah)
Took two hundred stables just to power this demon (Them horses)
Her man in the Navy she in love with the semen (Ow)
Two two three odd but it’s getting me even (Ow)
Load up a deck now these boy wanna shuffle (Yeah)
Logo print sitting all over my duffle (Hold on)
Won’t even hush got these bitches some muzzles (Yeah)
Ride with the stars like I’m mother fucking Hubble (Hubble)
Abe, jack,(Big Bills) to Ben Frank (Yeah)
Bossed up now it’s digits in the bank (Hold on)
Tool in my drawers so I’m keeping it brief (Boxers)
Stick gotta sword so keep it in the sheath (Sheath)
Shit caught a body dispose in the creek (Hold on)
Janitor frames got no prescription (They clear)
Three outfit week I got an addiction (Yeah)
With all this down time I gotta couple more licks in (Run ‘em up)
Talking my talk cause I been in my bag (Yeah)
Pussy lil boy don’t play with my tag (No sir)
Not Dance International but you’ll dance for the mag (Yeah, shoot it)
Think you the shit but your shit really sad (Ow)
You look like a lick boy I’m running your pockets (Ow)
Talking that shit but you can’t even walk it (Yeah)
Got many names but the latest is Roqit (Young Roqit)
They call me the plug ‘cause I use your bitch as the socket (Hold on)
Name is Young Roqit get it tatted in bold (Yeah)
More racks in I can’t even spend it (No sir)
Balance go up I’m lovin’ these digits (Love it)
Mike Vick dawg I’m killing these bitches (Bitches)
They wanna eat but they don’t wanna play (Nah)
Lose a few pounds ain’t pulling his weight (Ow)
Said f*ck a job ain’t getting paid by no rate (Yeah)
Apollo my vans but can’t even skate (No sir)
Ride with the semi so the car automatic (Automatic)
No blue lights but they parting in traffic (They gone)
Ain’t no pimp but I’m workin these ratchets (These hoes)
Hollows had lunch so they locking the casket (Yeah)
Thinking you dripping ‘cause your clothes ain’t matching (Hold on)
She like it extended not talking ‘bout lashes (That pipe)
Looking for smoke they playing with matches (Yeah)
Got ‘em addicted so I’m selling these patches (That powder)
Signs like a blur, limits can’t even read ‘em (Yeah)
Took two hundred stables just to power this demon (Them horses)
Her man in the Navy she in love with the semen (Ow)
Two two three odd but it’s getting me even (Ow)
Load up a deck now these boy wanna shuffle (Yeah)
Logo print sitting all over my duffle (Hold on)
Won’t even hush got these bitches some muzzles (Yeah)
Ride with the stars like I’m mother fucking Hubble (Hubble)
(Hold on, Hold on, Hold on)
I run it up so I got me a medal (Run up)
Tetanus shot hit ‘em with the metal (Hit em)
Said he gonna ride but he can’t even pedal (Yeah)
Donkey Kong bitch you not on my level (Run it back)
Eighth in the edible switch to third person (Yeah)
So far gone I called my own hearse in ((Hello)
Feeling exquisite my car need some curtains (Yeah)
Two house payments for the Hermès x Birkin (Hermès)
I’ma dealer selling this gas for profit (Ow0
He too stingy he pocket watching (Watch out)
Want a ring, buy her four, Audi (Yeah)
Cant stop me to the racks so he gotta foul me (No stopping)
Need me a maid the crib always a mess (Yeah)
Too many shoes on the floor like a wreck (All over)
Y’all owe me your life I come to collect (Yeah)
Live to the fullest can’t leave no regret (Nah)
They see me going up and can’t help but hate (Can’t help it)
Give you no choice but to put me in ranks (Yeah)
Growing up, community ain’t have a gate (On God)
Now you see me and think damn that boy great (Yessir)
Make you check twice, you gotta take two takes (Run it back)
Started in the back I was stacking up paint (Yeah)
To the top, tightrope, can’t make no mistakes (Hold on)
(Hold on, Hold on, Hold on)
Ride with the semi so the car automatic (Automatic)
No blue lights but they parting in traffic (They gone)
Ain’t no pimp but I’m workin these ratchets (These hoes)
Hollows had lunch so they locking the casket (Yeah)
Thinking you dripping ‘cause your clothes ain’t matching (Hold on)
She like it extended not talking ‘bout lashes (Not talking bout lashes, that pipe)
Looking for smoke they playing with matches (Playing with matches, yeah)
Got ‘em addicted so I’m selling these patches (That powder)
Signs like a blur, limits can’t even read ‘em (Yeah)
Took two hundred stables just to power this demon (Them horses)
Her man in the Navy she in love with the semen (Ow)
Two two three odd but it’s getting me even (Ow)
Load up a deck now these boy wanna shuffle (Yeah)
Logo print sitting all over my duffle (Sitting all over, hold on)
Won’t even hush got these bitches some muzzles (Yeah)
Ride with the stars like I’m mother fucking Hubble
(Hold on, Hold on, Hold on)
(It’s Young Roqit)
(Doing his thing)
(You heard?)
(Out in space)

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