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roger roger!!! - mir blackwell lyrics

[intro: ciyo]
so i told to smack that b*tch in the mouth for disrespecting me, you know what he said to me? what he said to me is roger, roger! bruh, i can’t, hahaha, roger, roger! little b*tch!

[chorus: ciyo]
roger, roger!
you know the boy got a lot of dollars
you know the deal, it’s a lot of offers
i don’t answer the phone, i don’t know the caller
roger, roger!
i keep a b*tch on a leash and collar
y’all burned out, son getting hotter
saints row three * how i out the chopper
[verse 1: ciyo]
i don’t date b*tches no more, i just f*ck ’em and leave ’em on top of the pile
chopper illogical, cut down a tree in a forеst, and no one around, can hear it for miles
i got that from optimus, now it’s in optimal hands, primе ordinance, part of my plans
she gave me her hands, said: “what can i do for you?” i put ’em right in my pants
this ion blaster might cut through a tree or two, you should bring at least two or three with you
i catch them boys walking nsync, and it’s bye bye bye, now it’s just me and you
i ain’t know i was dealing with cpu’s, can’t be linux, i don’t see the gnu
can’t be real ’cause i don’t see the me in you, i’d k!ll myself to make sure you don’t see it through
i’m working my magic, my b*tch is attractive, i feel like i’m ron weasley
he wanna be just like me, turn his head red * now he like fred weasley
now he like harry potter with a price on his head, set it off at his house
i need me a bad b*tch * bellatrix, k!ll her family off if they run their mouth

[chorus: mir blackwell]
roger, roger!
you know the boy got a lot of dollars
you know the deal, it’s a lot of offers
i don’t answer the phone, i don’t know the caller
roger, roger!
i keep a b*tch on a leash and collar
y’all burned out, son getting hotter
saints row three * how i out the chopper

[verse 2: mir blackwell]
new draco * that sh*t like porunga, the rounds on it namek sized
got a b*tch that is thicker than zero suit, but outside of the suit she still samus size
she gon’ blast on a n*gga, i came with a towel when i handle mine, so keep your mans in line
’cause i can get ’em burnt just ’cause my name hot, n*gga, i’m a branding iron, he can’t handle fire
he was talking * i’m not tryna hear it
if it’s money * i’m not tryna share it
hang my chopper * i might have to air it
i would hit this milf, but she might be a karen
your flow too generic
i see who you got it from, know who your parents
you copying styles * that sh*t, oh, too apparent
put you in your tomb, then i roll through with marik, they fear it
said i know where the chrome is
light up your block * no expecto patronus
these n*ggas demented, and don’t even know it
these n*ggas snitch just to get where the gold is, new chopper roman * it’s fully reloaded
i got a b*tch that’s like nicki * her p*ssy as pink as a barbie, she think i’m a ken
i’m pulling up for the weekend, if we get to freaking, i’m leaving just thinking we friends
this suit and tie like a potter cloak, i pull it out on folks, you’ll never see ’em again
roll with a draco, if i hear ’em hiss, then i pull out the stick, and i’ll leave with a sin
[chorus: ciyo]
roger, roger!
you know the boy got a lot of dollars
you know the deal, it’s a lot of offers
i don’t answer the phone, i don’t know the caller
roger, roger!
i keep a b*tch on a leash and collar
y’all burned out, son getting hotter
saints row three * how i out the chopper

- mir blackwell lyrics

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