lirik lagu rroxket - beautiful dancer
[intro]
(young dtm in this motherf~cker, man)
[chorus]
and that ho mixed like a panda, and a [?]
ain’t gon’ cap, beautiful dancer
ain’t gon’ cap, beautiful dancer, how she throwin’
and that b~tch kinda hard to handle
and that b~tch kinda hard to handle, lil’ ho foreign
i might buy her gucci sandals if she ain’t borin’
if she f~ck me good, i buy her sh~t, ’cause she important
hit my ‘migo up, i’m buyin’ sh~t that he importin’
when i was broke, i stick up, rob a n~gga for clean jordans
when i wake up, pour a four and have a lean mornin’
[verse]
wake up, “where a perc?” the first thing on my conscience
skippin’ school, my momma mad, failed all my assignments
mad as f~ck, my weed out, i’m roach findin’
bangin’ b, my lil’ brother a sunshine
my lil’ brother shoot like he on crunch time
skippin’ school, only came back when it’s lunch time
my lil’ bro a fool, how he work the d~mn stick
freak hoes in the pool, tryna suck my d~mn d~ck
percocet, i’m cool, when i take this d~mn sh~t
percocet, i’m cool, when i take this d~mn sh~t
wake up and pop two, and f~ck on my d~mn b~tch
ho finna hit the strip pole, get her d~mn rent
she shake her ass on the strip pole to pay her d~mn rent
we send shots outside this fishbowl, ain’t got no d~mn tint
walk inside the saks fifth, and we spendin’
i just hopped inside the coupe, amg on the engine
screamin’ free my woadie out, they said his case pending
my first day inside the traphouse, i count cake, chicken
uh, i swear to god, every method we do stay hittin’
i go to the ruth’s chris and i order steak and shrimp
yeah, this b~tch got fat ass, i might have to make it [?]
[chorus]
and that ho mixed like a panda, and a [?]
ain’t gon’ cap, beautiful dancer
ain’t gon’ cap, beautiful dancer, how she throwin’
and that b~tch kinda hard to handle
and that b~tch kinda hard to handle, lil’ ho foreign
i might buy her gucci sandals if she ain’t borin’
if she f~ck me good, i buy her sh~t, ’cause she important
hit my ‘migo up, i’m buyin’ sh~t that he importin’
when i was broke, i stick up, rob a n~gga for clean jordans
when i wake up, pour a four and have a lean mornin’
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