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shook ones - may rock lyrics

[intro: drumma boy]
listen to the track, b-tch!

[verse: may rock]
yo, yeah i got it may rock came from rock bottom
don’t know me now, well after this i will not be forgotten
just met this girl and now she ride me like a jockey
she got a tight end, i call her jeremy shockey
bumping dreamville and tde, i’m from eg
still giving no f’s until i d-i-e
i don’t know who’s gon’ hear this so i’m not gonna curse
let’s see how many people judge me after this verse
i feel gifted, like every time i hear a wale verse
oh you don’t like him? then just listen to your drake songs first, look
you know they call me mason, girls be chasing, i be racing
pacing back and forth clearing my thoughts, saying my grace and
if you hating, i’d expect it because many people do
how bout we start a rap battle, nah, how bout i finish you
cause you don’t keep it a hunnid, and you don’t double salute
i keep it clean, i keep it cl-ssy like some tennis shoes
i got my foot on eg, and all it needs is a swift kick in the -ss
now look who gets the last laugh, kid
you a d-mn scrub and i should call you zach braff
i’ve been down this long road about a time and a half
nasty on the mic like your boy cliff rice
sloppy like a girl who hooks up with four dudes in one night
them quarterbacks who start fights, kids who drink that purple sprite
coming outta my sh-ll now, cause i’ve been too d-mn uptight
when you talking to us, boy you better mind your manners
now we making money, primetime, deion sanders
it’s alcatraz boys, and may rock on this track
i hear the fire squad, now let me bring the beat back

[outro: may rock]
just let this go all the way down, let kev holla at you

[interlude: kevin “chocolate droppa” hart]
what’s going on man?
this is yo man chocolate drop, a.k.a chocolate drop
a.k.a chocolate drop, n-gga, you know who i am
ya know what i’m sayin’?
the word on the street is, you comin out with some new sh-t
quality street music, you ain’t holla at ya boy
you ain’t say, “droppa, can you get down?”
you ain’t, you ain’t say “ay, man, you ain’t f-ck with me
you-you-you, you gon come out with your quality street music
and you don’t holla at the illest n-gga underground?
n-gga, bars! to you – f-ck you n-gga! and that’s real
don’t believe me and i’mma get it k!lled
take a pill, now chill
i know what you thinkin’, this n-gga’s ill
yeah but you done lost your chance, light-skinned n-gga
when i look in the back, i’mma get the trigger
pop it! yo fitted ain’t gon fit no more
that mean i’m comin through yo house, probably through the back door
bustin b-tches like a piece with a nugget on it
ay man, f-ck you n-gga!
this droppa man, quality street music
you just got yo quality street music from a quality street n-gga
chocolate droppa, bars, 79 of em, real rep raw

- may rock lyrics

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