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federal express - ro$ama lyrics

[intro]
yeah, let’s go (let’s go)
let’s go, let’s go, let’s go (uh uh)
ayy ayy ayy, ayy tsabb b*tch (ayy ayy)
let’s go, let’s go (taliban sh*t, al qaeda big)
ah ah ah ah, how i do it!

[chorus]
b*tch i’m a hoover, im screaming ten seven
was toting them glocks when they should, im arrested
gun on the block everyday i was steppin’, they ask where i’m from and i told em east texas
paris, my partners more squares, they been stressin’, my mama been praying im counting my blessings
saying that i need a church when i iced out my jesus piece, i don’t need no reverend
icе in my cup, that’s that sh*t that i like, took the chop off the whip and i pourеd half a pint
job paid in full just to raise up my price, told g, wait hold the strap while i eat on a dyk*
they saying keep rappin’ lil ro, you the best, i was fly as a eagle ‘fore i dropped out the nest
whatever you need, b*tch i got, if i don’t i could get it, this all off of federal express, yeah

[verse]
rubber band money, i stack it like chips, this sh*t look like a brick, my partner just bussed down a package
we all on the road, going l!ck for l!ck
four hundred feats, 200 on wrist, bought a band i might spend, put my name in the song you get dropped like a single
we going hit for hit, stood in the trenches this sh*t got treacherous, stacking my paper i been playing tetris, 14k pc gold on my necklace, f*cking on money is one of my fetishes
got kicked out of college, start putting that pack down, partner scamming he driving a scat now, homie got signed and he saying we up now
throw my brother a ball if he score him a touchdown, seventh got out started handling dog food
transmission b*tch, slippin our carpool, backed up the work then i stuck to the draw full, college dorm b*tch rollin like marbles, calling my hand ‘fore i stood on my feet
been in the yard ‘fore i got on the street, put gold on my wrist ‘fore i put on my t**th, i been choking the beats, they said let that b*tch breathe
[chorus]
b*tch i’m a hoover, im screaming ten seven
was toting them glocks when they should, im arrested
gun on the block everyday i was steppin’, they ask where i’m from and i told em east texas
paris, my partners more squares, they been stressin’, my mama been praying im counting my blessings
saying that i need a church when i iced out my jesus piece, i don’t need no reverend
ice in my cup, that’s that sh*t that i like, took the chop off the whip and i poured half a pint
job paid in full just to raise up my price, told g wait hold the strap while i eat on a dyk*
they saying keep rappin’ lil ro, you the best, i was fly as a eagle ‘fore i dropped out the nest
whatever you need, b*tch i got, if i don’t i could get it, this all off of federal express, yeah

- roama lyrics

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