Roger That Lyrics - Birdman

I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts 

Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch 

Come on nigga, is you trickin' or what? 

Flow tighter than a dick in the butt 

Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv' 

Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo 

White girls tell me, "Hey Nicki, your camp rules 

Is that why you get more head than shampoos?" 

Asalamalakum, no oink for me 

And I never let a D-boy boink for free 

'Cause it's Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave 

I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase 

You couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer 

Indian style court side with a cavalier 

VIP Rosés you can have a beer 

'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don't have a care 

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Now r-roger that, r-roger that 

R-roger that, r-roger that 

R-roger that, r-roger that 

R-roger 

Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes 

But me though, I'm Jack son bitch Tito 

She wanna play games but this is not bingo 

Monopoly, I'm past go, go ahead and deep throat 

4-chick foursomes, skin colors mocha 

Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem 

Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin' 

Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin' 

Sleepin' on me probably in a coffin 

I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I'm awesome 

I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles 

M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker 

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Motherfuckers, this the last supper 

Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer 

I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil 

I don't fear nothin', motherfucker, Young Money 

Now roger that, roger that 

R-roger that, roger that 

Fuck around and never get roger back 

(I'm goin' in) 

Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette 

The blunt still wet so pass it like bread 

We sip side a mug, we call it upset 

Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death 

I'm a beast, you a pet 

AK long neck, key sweat 

Weezy, motherfucker, capo in this bitch with me 

Money talks and have a convo' in this bitch with me 

I'm mountain high, Colorado in this bitch with me 

Flow crazy, 730, you just 650 

20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off 

Laughin' to the bank, I'm a goof ball 

It's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin 

It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen 

Now roger that, roger that 

Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat 

F-fuck around and never get Roger back