lirik lagu roc marciano – herringbone
rosebud
yeah
uh, uh
[verse 1]
the first chain i ever owned
i stole a herringbone (herringbone)
the end result: i boned a yellow bone
back when i was peddling blow in the red zone
i can see me in venezuela in dress clothes
pressing hoes for dough, my words echo
pearls on my girl neckbone
songs in falsetto
architecture art deco (oh)
my sh-t fuego
we on the same level?
that’s far fetched bro
yayo connect from mexico, we ghetto
shoulda knew from the getgo
i’d blow to be gordon gekko
don’t poke the h-rnet’s nest that’s deaths threshold (who that?)
you never know; i might be cold, wrong, regretful (f-ck you up)
stretch the c0ke below the old retros
blow your head off with the pump
your sh-t’ll roll from the stand in modesto (whoo’)
back with a vengeance
the bak’ ain’t adequate
we gon’ have to add interests (tax ’em)
pimp sh-t, medium polo packed; a slim fit
we in this sh-t
my thick b-tch came as a fringe benefit (yes)
money, furs ‘n ice
these is birthrights
mas'[on] verger-type, the merchandise is persian white
cursing like you got a personal gripe
get you murdered for sum’in ‘night – on-site – aight?
blood on my nikes
the white on whites
my ice is looking like sprite
we don’t look a like
you look like a butch dyk-
i’m the type to cop the f-type (mm..)
i’m a stylist, i’ll give you a columbian necktie (nice)
x’d your name out
heads popped w’ one headshot – blreah!
left a big red spot (dead)
order some eggs, left the restaurant prompt
i might, knock down your moms
she look like gloria estefan (she look good)
the product all stepped on
my lexicon is like an ex-con’s
all my shirts ‘s ?made of? chiffon
i’m not some n-gga you can sh-t on
[verse 2]
lights – you know how the game go
burberry raincoat
my stable of hoes, it came wit’ a stagecoach (uh)
you sho’ lame, you need a stage coach
i’ll show you how to rock
just play it low and just take notes
i show you the ropes
life’s like a tightrope
icin’ my foe like pimpin’ white folk
might cop the white gold
you not even likable
?my n-ggas body sh-t looking like a bull?
? ? ? ?
dance in the night with wolves
tanzanites made my hands look nice
slice the grams of vanna white like samurais
i handle mine – you push up dandelions
let the handle of the nine crack your hairline
motherf-cker i’m the real one
i’m the real one
motherf-cker i’m the real one
?? sh-t, don juan
i’m the real one
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