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Free C Roy Lyrics - Artist : K-Trap
(Handz Beatz On The Slap)
Go with a whistle It ain't gonna make no noise Shotgun stuff two boys Hammer and chisel, the pack's destroyed And other times pack is joy And Ten got a stutter, boy Huh, yard dance when I utter "Woi!" Can't wait till they free C Roy Hammer on me just near my groin I was at Steve's and he needed foil Coke at the bottom, you see the oil I was on a jet to IVZ Same time tryna get my man stretched You ain't gonna ride or step I think that he's fine with lead A hundred racks in jewels And you think I ain't buying tools? You bumped your head! Hundred shells on the m-way down And it came from Manchest' Lion step with a thingy Had a gauge right on Mizzy That a G, R and a M And I felt like Post, Diddy Two plugs phone, say there's brand new flake Two different wraps of white And I'm tryna compare them RDH1's thirty-seven and thirty-eight Get me in the USA, I'm tryna link Drake in Drake's It was me and Rollz tryna take that road Fast forward, it's me a Rollz in Tape Magnum bottle of '42 Watch all the birds appear B22s, no Loubs Bring my trainer to set, wear shoes I ain't got a point to prove But they make me feel like I do Might put the waps and cash on the 'Gram and post a pic, mood Know them lying, the man there's tired They skengs are what, look, it's all been fired Preeing the watches, like then timing Louis head to tie, no stylist No, they ain't like this Weren't overnight, I been out here grinding Didn't have Sky or Disney Channel I still met Miley Cyrus I got dirty, but I was the cleanest I let them owe me, told them to keep it I wasn't signed when I got all this VS They're playing with F signs, think we can't see it I flew a USA baddie to Europe Heard me talk it, she wanna feel it Stay in the villa and give it a beating Then go to the city, I'm feeling like Grealish You never did it, you never done it You was online, but you never run it Told you I really had lake in the cupboard Filter cry with these hundred onions If I can go, I sure will fund them Here when it's summer, we come with the funner Yeah, I'm a rapper, really a hustler And I'm slapper, what's that on my jumper? |
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