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roc marciano - floxxx كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah, n_gga, when i’m rockin’, bring my muh’f_ckin’ mirror out
bring my sh_t out like the romans, bring that sh_t out from off the pavement (blood and pain)
yeah (you want me to show you the way)

[verse 1]
yo
as a young dude, we was troubled youth
rock a chukka boot or the bubble goose
tryna bust moves, we was cuttin’ school
hustle in the cut, we just wanted shoes
did my one_two to live comfortable
couple new bmws, need a bulletproof
couple skeeze in some hooker boots
hundred g’s off the p_ssy juice
i was runnin’, g, whoop_de_whoop
i was up even before the money
i was definitely snooty too
i’m stuck up and bougie, dude
it’s only matsuhisa when i’m in a sushi mood
and it costs a g or two to get full off of j_panese food
speedin’ through in a gt coupe, sea blue
i’m on these zoots like a cheap suit
but wore it like it’s gq with a three_two
shoutout to my n_gga big three_two
the streetsweeper three feet, too
send you up, get you key, too
a room in heaven with a decent view
uh, with a decent view
all my n_ggas with the sh_ts, all my b_tches rich
often n_ggas lit, spin through harlem to get fish and chips
my wrist, this three thousand grams of fish broken down in nicks
pop out on you with sticks, you’re found in the sticks
dig ’em out this ditch, four pound with the switch
down you and your friends, sh_t got out of hand
partner, do we got a problem here? (yeah, yeah, n_gga, uh, yeah, okay)
see roc marciano live
get tickets as low as $133
[interlude]
don’t know who showed you the game (i don’t know who n_ggas showed y’all n_ggas the game)
showed you the game (i don”t know who showed y’all n_ggas, man)
i chose to show you the way (take my hand)
the way, ayy, ayy
i was told, “if you gon’ shoot, lames shoot away”
lames shoot away (yeah)
you too afraid to shoot a fade (know what i mean?)

[verse 2]
keep it a buck
got old beef in the street, too deep to peace it up
can’t sweep it underneath the rug
take the what? leave the what?
we’re takin’ everything you want (p_ssy), leavin’ nigs in the dust
diamonds, money and guns, sh_t got hot in the mugs
word on the block, muh’f_ckers got mugged
and popped young blood with a chopped up shotgun
shots hit your bottom b_tch, she was chilling with him, ridin’ shotgun
got hit with a hot one
i was twistin’ one up a hot tub, but i’m not washed up
i do not give a flying f_ck, brothers not fly as us
that sh_t don’t fly where where i’m from
you a tiny bug on the pie crust
bl_wj_bs for the higher_ups
’cause all y’all n_ggas suck (y’all suck)
bruh, i never lost my touch, dog, not once
get your jawline punched
blood on his 1s like hawaiian punch
look like you done spilled the entire cup
spun through your lil’ ville, then shot it up
holler back now
[outro]
the ill_strious
the ill_strious, motherf_cker
f_ck with it
yeah, yeah
man
wish you motherf_ckers would, man
i dare you n_ggas to play with me, n_gga
we’ll see when we catch up, n_gga
you know i’m havin’ my way
no matter how the sh_t go, n_gga, you know i’m havin’ my way

- roc marciano

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