Song parody of
Let Me Rock
by 8$hark
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No
(Woah, woah)
You can't be my hoe if you won't let me rock
Focused on accumulation lil' bitch and I'm not no man if I got no stock
Used to be stuck in the dark, sippin' on wok, locked in place
But now I got money to make
So I said fuck the jakes
Fuck the fakes
Get the fuck outta my face
Cut em' off with no double take
All of you bitches been under me
Only one of me I'm in demand
All these haters might as well be fans
Kick em over hoe, tin cans
In my life I seen ten bands wrap around and invest in the man
But the limelight don't mean nothing to me unless it's bout' selling wristbands
(Hah!)
I'm tryna keep the suspense
Pick up ya pants, hoe where are your parents
I pop the X in the Benz, Kuh-subi jeans
Rock jewels with my mans
Every whip got the all black tint
Cause my bro he be finishing with a bald head chick
In the woods with them all black fits
Demolition is the mission and the fallback, bitch
You fell off and you fell out boy
We don't listen to fallout boy
But still, I need to rock out boy
Rockin that Muh-fuckin strikeout boy
I blew her back out boy
But I might have to toss her out like a toy
No doy
(Ooh hah)
Stuck on nights of passion
When she ask me I tell her no attachment
Pray that no one spin the block, "What's happening?", apache
Rapping like everyone else and still swear you passed me
No, not happening
I'm gone put you on blast like an F&N
And I cut that bitch off cause she don't give me space
Showed up at my place but I was like
No
(Wooh, wooh)
You can't be my hoe if you won't let me rock
Focused on accumulation lil' bitch and I'm not no man if I got no stock
Used to be stuck in the dark, sippin' on wok, locked in place
But now I got money to make
So I said fuck the jakes
Fuck the fakes
Get the fuck outta my face
Cut em' off with no double take
All of you bitches been under me
Only one of me I'm in demand
All these haters might as well be fans
Kick em over hoe, tin cans
In my life I seen ten bands wrap around and invest in the man
But the limelight don't mean nothing to me unless it's bout' selling wristbands
No
(Woah, woah)
You can't be my hoe if you won't let me rock
Focused on accumulation lil' bitch and I'm not no man if I got no stock
Used to be stuck in the dark, sippin' on wok, locked in place
But now I got money to make
So I said fuck the jakes
Fuck the fakes
Get the fuck outta my face
Cut em' off with no double take
All of you bitches been under me
Only one of me I'm in demand
All these haters might as well be fans
Kick em over hoe, tin cans
In my life I seen ten bands wrap around and invest in the man
But the limelight don't mean nothing to me unless it's bout' selling wristbands
(Hah!)
I'm tryna keep the suspense
Pick up ya pants, hoe where are your parents
I pop the X in the Benz, Kuh-subi jeans
Rock jewels with my mans
Every whip got the all black tint
Cause my bro he be finishing with a bald head chick
In the woods with them all black fits
Demolition is the mission and the fallback, bitch
You fell off and you fell out boy
We don't listen to fallout boy
But still, I need to rock out boy
Rockin that Muh-fuckin strikeout boy
I blew her back out boy
But I might have to toss her out like a toy
No doy
(Ooh hah)
Stuck on nights of passion
When she ask me I tell her no attachment
Pray that no one spin the block, "What's happening?", apache
Rapping like everyone else and still swear you passed me
No, not happening
I'm gone put you on blast like an F&N
And I cut that bitch off cause she don't give me space
Showed up at my place but I was like
No
(Wooh, wooh)
You can't be my hoe if you won't let me rock
Focused on accumulation lil' bitch and I'm not no man if I got no stock
Used to be stuck in the dark, sippin' on wok, locked in place
But now I got money to make
So I said fuck the jakes
Fuck the fakes
Get the fuck outta my face
Cut em' off with no double take
All of you bitches been under me
Only one of me I'm in demand
All these haters might as well be fans
Kick em over hoe, tin cans
In my life I seen ten bands wrap around and invest in the man
But the limelight don't mean nothing to me unless it's bout' selling wristbands
