Roc Marciano Thread Count 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
  • In seclusion I pin up piff
    In the land cruiser
    Tan like I been to cuba
    Keys is white like sand in aruba
    Exude confidence
    From my view of the metropolis
    I fed flakes to my tropical fish
    Pull the top off the six
    Like Badu wig
    I’m no push over
    I push a Rover
    You push a Puma like a foot sodier
    I put dog like I push cola
    And cock the pistola
    Hands inside the isotoners
    Spend the night with a dice roller
    You pray your ice gets returned
    To its rightful owner
    Rifles in the trunk of the caddy
    We dump you in the swamps
    Somewhere down in miami
    My brush stroke the canvas
    You caught in a gambit
    And pimp slapped open handed
    I demanded
    For the operation to be expanded
    Be a standard
    Gee our ran was enchanted
    Tool belt wearing I’m a mechanic
    Bad bitch swinging in the hammock
    I took a dip in the Atlantic
    And bit the salmon
    Its slamming
    Come on hit me
    I sit up in the four fifty
    This is raw nigga history
    A slick pimp might resort to trickery
    Bitches dig me
    Your money fall short like a pygmy
    Waves flow like the Mississippi
    Guns longer than the wig on a hippy
    On the hip keep the blicky
    Petite wiz opposite of Missy
    Depict me as super witty
    My shank might remove her titty
    I jumped off the heel of my achilles
    This is light work to me
    Turn a knife if your kidney
    I pray Allah might forgive me
    Now who could see me
    Musically I’m with the kundalini
    I easily scoop your Nefertiti
    I bump the CD
    In the green Lamborghini
    In linen and gator
    Slick tongue like a litigator
    Decision maker
    My inner layers
    Is the himalayas
    Bridget is impressed by the days
    Yellow gold and terry cloth robes
    The Wardrobe
    That made hoes come in droves
    With less clothes and the flesh exposed
    In a Lexus we drove through infested roads
    Pellets are thrown into flesh and bone
    Your name get carved into headstones slow
    Gangster cadance
    My space is shaded
    The heat is nickel plated
    Assets is liquidated
    What I’m conveying
    Isn’t easily articulated
    Roll solo
    Like the Marcsberg photo
    Earth from Acapulco
    We hit that
    Flat screen cinemax promo
    Benz logo
    Black RLX polo
    Your tongues knotted up like soto
    But on the low tho

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