Roc Marciano Peru Lyrics

Reloaded Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Tek to a Mack
  • 2 Flash Gordon
  • 3 Not Told
  • 4 Pistolier
  • 5 Thugs Prayer, Part 2
  • 6 76
  • 7 We Ill
  • 8 Deeper
  • 9 Death Parade
  • 10 20 Guns
  • 11 Peru
  • 12 Thread Count
  • 13 Nine Spray
  • 14 Emeralds
  • 15 The Man
  • Angel dust off wave brush
    Cut the tusk adjust
    Its not a negative its a plus
    Oil the heat don’t let it rust
    Its a must
    Some will call it luck
    I heard your story but doggy I wasn’t touched
    I burn trees as the words received
    Your deceived
    I’m mentally free
    Twisted in prayer beads
    Juice the pears and tangerines please
    This is music
    Your disillusioned
    To think you can remove my cuban
    I have you poked up
    Oozing and thats the conclusion
    Pardon me for the intrusion
    I’m in the blue Porsche truck cruising
    With Susan
    Mac of the year I’m just a shoe in
    Your little waves is just a splash in the pool
    Nevermind the lesser kind
    Do not cast pearls before swine
    Take it as a sign
    You may have heard through the grapevine
    It rained on the day that Marvin Gaye died
    When I was in my father’s graveside
    Beside the feeling was odd
    I’m nod to cool James Todd
    The mood changed
    In rap I’m top of the food chain
    My lawyer pop the crocodile suitcase
    You can’t dispute taste
    All the loot is safe in the fire proof safe
    Boots is laced
    Move with the eight
    Shoot straight
    Then knock the grape off your fruit cake
    Pen in hand
    Spliff in the other
    You a ugly motherfucker
    Smoke something bitch
    Thats a quote from Chad Butler
    I’m on the jack
    My whores like a horse on a track
    I’m on her ass
    Like a jockey with the strap
    No time to be lingering in the back
    I’m fingering the cat
    Flow like water out the tap
    Tall cap rap
    Illusion top taught
    Until your thought
    Chopped a tomahawk
    The drama popped off
    I morphed into Kid Frost
    Slugs are tossed
    I’m rubbed down with the cloth
    My whore apply lip gloss
    As I get tatted in my suite in Manhattan
    Speaking latin
    I’m a lover
    Covered in body butter
    Brown skin somali color
    Who wrote this a felon probably
    I play the telly like Teddy Riley
    Lick the poonani benz big body
    Ass is mighty
    The chrome 25 shiny
    But yet tiny
    I whip the fly E
    With the IV
    Its cocaine white like Jon B

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