Y Lyrics - Singles - Rocko

Some days I might just thug you 

No matter how I fuck you 

Wide 3 charge is stupid 

Jar made jogging look cool 

Porsche design for my beanie 

Porsche cure my deedle 

All day I dream about that sex 

I still rock with Jesus 

Go switch up on my rest 

Snake skin about yourself 

These nigga pray about being rich 

Real niggas want wealth 

Go get that sep out myself 

Let TD burrow my jet 

Slide on matter say he feel 

Gon fall my bitch then I jet 

I went from ass shit to classy 

The camera ready I'm flashy 

Jellan Fazy he laze me 

Patrick Swayze they dancing 

Chopping my biggie vibe 

Got a passion for fashion 

Then I have it I grab it 

Got a passion for flashing 

Hey all this money out here nigga why you bitching and shit 

You been hussling for years why you ain't get rich and shit 

While your swag ain't do the rule why you be playing the tone 

Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down 

Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke 

Why you flexing like you gangsta then you know you the hoe 

Why you always worry about me why you always around me 

Why he do the shit I did, why he look like that I live 

Keep a style 4 hundred 

Line up my clothes before I wear 'em 

I know backpack made for books 

But my stack like book so I wear em 

Better yet nigga I care 'em 

Gotta know know how to play 'em 

Jay had lungs with the major 

Big coops to the player 

Go to church in armani 

People look at me funny 

Guard say come as you are 

I cannot help but get money 

I can't help I line my clothes 

I work hard every day 

Spare my cares away I 

I just do me, you do you 

Ey ran away from my shirt 

Even my undie matching 

All I ain't late but chase no nigga 

I just feelin low in fabrige 

The way they all just tear for me 

The way I look and they not me 

From day you pee when you meet me 

For then you see what you see 

Hey all this money out here nigga why you bitching and shit 

You been hussling for years why you ain't get rich and shit 

While your swag ain't do the rule why you be playing the tone 

Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down 

Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke 

Why you flexing like you gangsta then you know you the hoe 

Why you always worry about me why you always around me 

Why he do the shit I did, why he look like that I live 

Why we first at everything, 'cause we A1 

We ain't playing for anything, we get it day 1 

All the boss are ripping torso 

Extra chips, ruffers 

Sometimes I wonder why I be stand up 

'Cause I send them prayers up 

Sunday morning I pay my offering 

Cali form for my offspring 

And probably when I'm in that rolls royce thing 

They be like Ro why you won't retire 

Why you won't jay gold 

I be like why? I'm on fire 

Why reply, why ask why 

Why not, bitch I'm hot 

Why you got a maybach if you ain't got no driver 

Why you be doing that shit if you ain't got 

Hey all this money out here nigga why you bitching and shit 

You been hussling for years why you ain't get rich and shit 

While your swag ain't do the rule why you be playing the tone 

Why your bitch be fucking me while you be laying it down 

Why you acting like you got it when you know that you broke 

Why you flexing like you gangsta nigga you know you the hoe 

Why you always worry about me why you always around me 

Why he do the shit I did, why he look like that I live 

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