Rocko Y Lyrics

Gift of Gab 2 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Prepared
  • 2 Feels Guud
  • 3 U.O.E.N.O.
  • 4 Imagine Dat
  • 5 ShiiKno
  • 6 Slow Down
  • 7 One Two
  • 8 Da Streets
  • 9 Stoooopid
  • 10 Plenty
  • 11 Y
  • 12 YU and I
  • 13 Understand
  • 14 Luv4 Life
  • 15 Count On
  • 16 Probably
  • 17 You Can Tell
  • (Verse)
    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

    (Hook)
    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

    (Verse)
    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

    (Hook)
    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

    (Verse)
    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

    (Hook)
    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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