Lyrics:
like I'm Ricky Bobby
(Ricky Bobby)
Turn a rock to Six Flags, we got dumb rides
(Dumb rides)
Bitches tryna hang on like she rock climb
(Rock climb)
(Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was
house, where the dope at nigga
Murder she wrote on a notepad nigga
Light that nigga up, smoke that nigga
Stomp that nigga, roast that nigga
I walk around
a movie
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright though, 'cause lady was chill
Then we dipped
on my house in the grill
And all I'm about is the dolla' dolla' bill
Makin' ya' dance every chance I get
And hata's sayin' damn, will he ever catch
calling? Right now full of endo
Thirty minutes later, probably be outside your window
Throwin' rocks until you turn your light on and say, "Go home"
Don't
(Trap House Mob)
Huh (woo), what's rockin' cuz (woo, woo, woo, bah)
(AXL)
(This is a Melo Beat)
Look, Dior on my body
Head to toe like
trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're just some men that's on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic
We rock the mic (right!)
For all of y'all, keepin'
Come on baby let's do the twist
Come on baby let's do the twist
Take me by my little hand and go like this
Ee-oh twist baby baby twist
Oooh-yeah
no house fi park it
Nah unify dem selfish like market
Dem sell out dem souls just to be rewarded
Bleach out dem skin, dem favour dead to rahtid
Killed the bitch jerk come back from the dead with flies in ya mouth
Buried the body, sold the house, then I fly down south
My family don't understand me
[E-Dub] Sermon - "aiight" (Aww yeahhh...)
"As we proceed.."
[E-Dub] Holla at ya boy - "People in the house"
[E-Dub] Scream at me - "aiight"
me (smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my
me (smack dab in the middle)
I wanna be (smack dab in the middle)
Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now
So I can rock and roll to satisfy my
off by sprayin' beer in your face
So the '94 to them, I'm for my niggas that remember
Means I'm steppin' to the mic with lyrics colder than December
the buyout
It’s my house, it ain’t built with sticks and rocks
The big bad wolf tickets won’t blow the bricks apart
Interception, I’m gone, ‘bout 50 yards
No
(yeah), that's why the whip ain't got a roof
Ayy, bitch, we outside, that FawtyBoy stay in my genes
Only rock with my kind, I know for sure who rock with
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
know you cant expect everything from everybody
So get up get out and get somethin', that's what I did
Before I had the hammer cocked
A Santana rock
a thrill
Others point their finger
If they don't like what they see
If you live in a glass house
Don't be throwing rocks at me
We all need a little
Balance
(Yeah)
I can't run around wit' my hand out, tryna ride a nigga wave
Throwing rocks from a glass house, boy you ain't even got drapes
I ain't
back at these demons like yo I'm elevated
Elevated yo I'm elevated on the rock I stand see my house is renovated.
Eyes to the heavens even when I'm
and your lows
He loves your foes
He understands what your thinking
Waiting for you to repent and
Trust in the house that ain't sinking
Get on the rock
Be
and one
Was made of rocks, you don't mess with him, cuz.
Red like a ruby, keep the flames burning,
Blue like a sapphire, keep the waves turning,
Whip it
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