a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

rock n roll is dead - jpegmafia lyrics

[intro: big daddy hoffa]
you think you know me
big daddy hoffa coming to you here with a
kimber team match ii .45, 1911
this baby oughta be nice right there
c-cked, locked and ready to rock

[chorus]
uh, one two
high key
gone with the sauce
got the .45 tucked in the bag
hit ’em with the hawk
naw f-ck it dawg, whip ’em wit the strap
i’ve been on the f-cking road (uh)
i just ended rock n roll (uh)
we’ve been running up the score (uh)
turnt your house into a home (yeah)

[verse 1]
uh, i don’t f-cking roam
all i do is count the cash
b-tch i’m coming in your house
let’s get freaky with the strap (nasty!)
we don’t f-ck with alt right
y’all ain’t never been a threat (right)
if y’all come to baltimore we gon’ stick ’em for their racks (n-gg-)
we gon’ beat them crackers dead (yeah)
we gon’ f-ck up on they wife (w-wife)
take ’em for a ride, more hits, more life
tight grip on the chopper, that kickback light
put hands on a blogger, make him beg for his life

[chorus]
gone with the sauce
got the .45 tucked in the bag
hit ’em with the hawk
nah f-ck it dawg, whip ’em wit the strap
i’ve been on the f-cking road
i just ended rock ‘n’ roll
we’ve been running up the score (woo)

[verse 2]
i say that p-ssy’s off the richter
no sh-t, uh, i f-ck that b-tch
i f-ck your babysitter, i hit her
i took her to a show, man what’s the issue
i split her, this groovy n-gg- bangin’ on your sister
the kicker, i can’t breathe

[bridge]
how many cars does it take
to make this sh-t an easy race (p-ssy pop)
uh, ow many cars does it take to make this f-cking pain go away
truth!

[outro]
ooh
ooh, early!
this sh-t poppin’, comin’ out the-
i’m out of options
i’m out of options
i’m-

- jpegmafia lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular