Lyrics:
high-roller
Well, I won't buy her soda unless it's Rock & Rye Cola
(Faygo's cheaper)
Buy you a bag of Fritos
I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my
the night
That's when her blood begins to boil
Playing the game of touch and go
It's all in the name of rock 'n roll
Hot wired, looking for love
She takes
Yu K made it
Man I'm all about actions
See ghen ghen
Break through like a fracture
Worry dem
Egberi on sight when i see dem
Been on my prime so i
Step into Hollywood, I'm screening the boulevards
The rhymes is game tight, I'm ready to pull it's card
Jack or Ace, King or Queen, call me the deuce
was taught you got to get it how you spit it
Shoeboxes throw rocks hawk spit or talk shit
Killer city better watch ya might get set up by some hoes
hunnid it's a cool summer
I rock Moncler in July
All my bins verified
VPN for my logs
YSL for my queen
BTC for my guys
I gotta keep it proffessional, make
a pimp like Dolomite
I charge five G's to hold a mic
if it aint no drank I dont hold a Sprite
after I do this I got mo' to write
I'm a stay Sucka Free
work tryin' to get by
Every time I close my eyes
I'm havin' nightmares of closed caskets faced down
Thankin' is it my time
But got to watch these
it a lil different
Put a fuse into submission
Knock ya noodle rock ya vision
Pull up outside
Then we gotta get to rippin
Money motivated fuck a hata
good, then Queens won't look good
But since our sounds are universal, New York won't look good
Picture Phife losing a battle, come on, get off it
Put
out in Canada
That's Trudeau
I ain't never lied in my prime
How I minister the flow is unknown
They don't know where it's comin' from
Like phone calls
Let's rock
And lemme pay my toll
Let's rock
I think you'll like the view, 'cause ain't nobody shakes it like them 80's girls do
I let the sandman in by
little rock-roll queen
Acts a little bit obscene
Gotta let off a little steam
Dig that sound shake it around you're mine, mine, mine
Well when I hear
things
Gotta grind hard by any means cause I
Shuck and jive a 9 to 5 when I hit my prime time mama you gone shine
Sip that Wine in the sky in Dubai we
really been the guy
I'm sorry you been deprived, the industry bending lies
But I don't wear a disguise I'm really Optimus Prime
It's lyrical genocide
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
You better get it right
I produce what you like
Satisfy your appetite
No fly-by-night, we rock you right
KRS Shaggy Mad Lion yo
Whassup with this money?
seeping
Plus rock a shit eating grin for the weekend
It's all the same in Ukraine, unsurprised fame
Getting denied by some size queens
He fine, he's not
Time's passed me by once again
But I don't think I'd make it out a second time
Got lost in the fire
Shine
Starts align
But the retrograde's killing
wit this minimum wage
I cant stop it i gotta get paid i been that nigga since 7/11 and still by the end of the day
Im the King by the end of the day do
To the one on the throne
And now it's time to reap the hell that you've sown
Cause by now you should know
That I'm that star of the show
But it's time that I
R-r-r-rock you like Nirvana
Man I be off Patron like its a holiday
Fucking with them finer things, pull up on your bitch and say
I get money, I make money
I
Aiiyo Bimmy
So rock the bells, Def Jam collabo' man
You know'say, Bim, my, yeah
Feel It's baby, (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha (uh) ha ha
I'm
time for this rhyme
Let Me do it do it
One time for this rhyme
Let Me do it do it
Who rocks mic’s
Till they up and swell son
Who rocks mic’s
Till they
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