goyard god - roc marciano lyrics
[intro]
hundred block
pimpstead, n*gga (sh*t crazy)
[verse 1]
answered the call, declared war
i swore i saw blood on the dance floor (i seen it)
contact the janitor when the sh*lls from the hammer fall
laying on the floor by the handful
it’s cool, the flannels made of lambs wool
took my chances dancing with wolves
now the lamborghini urus is tangible
the steering wheel ain’t never felt hands this smooth (never)
it’s crazy, i don’t even get manicures
i told shorty, she stole jewelry from me
this authority
you can’t be airing out family laundry, that sh*t corny
the nakеd city came with eight million stories
baby girl еyeb*lls got watery
lord, give me the strength not to abuse my authority
money long as the tallest tree
got a quarter in the goyard toiletry
in all colors from orange to green
i’m sh*ttin’ on everything
[chorus]
cartiers and audemars piguets
tennis chains and diamond rings
exotic cars make the b*tches wave
(i’m sh*ttin’ on everything)
cartiers and audemars piguets
tennis chains and diamond rings
see roc marciano live
get tickets as low as $135
[verse 2]
my artistic prowess, these are god*given powers
cowards ain’t wanna give me my flowers, it’s childish
don’t make me beat a b*tch down on some chris brown sh*t
and spin the block in your town, ’cause i’m well*rounded
boy, i’ll down you somewhere crowded
n*ggas down with you left dumbfounded
astounded; copped the patek phillipe and drowned it
left the counter wet like a pound of salmon
it’s real, it don’t just sound sl!ck on the album
six for the trousers, i’m just browsin’
[?] is eleven*thousand
it’s hard to stay grounded when you a falcon
this the top of the mountain
it’s clouded, i don’t know what clout is
i don’t count n*ggas’ chips like accountants
i just know the crocodile’s italian
i don’t know what else more i could tell ya
i don’t know what else more i could tell ya
[chorus]
cartiers and audemars piguets
tennis chains and diamond rings
exotic cars make the b*tches wave
i’m sh*ttin’ on everything
cartiers and audemars piguets
tennis chains and diamond rings
exotic cars make the b*tches wave
i’m sh*ttin’ on everything
i’m sh*ttin’ on everything
exotic cars make the b*tches wave
i’m sh*tting on everything
n*gga
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