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check - rocaine lyrics

[intro:]
rocaine the dope man
mr hunnit rounds
use to be a p-ssy n-gg-
oh you a hater now?
lil wayne, sorry for the weight
scoop a scale b-tch f-ck them n-gg-s thats hating
free ju, gang gang

[verse 1]
yall don’t want war, yall n-gg-s want freaks
f-cking mini-me’s
man this n-gg-s ain’t sh-t
grab me a 90 pack from mikey (what up boy)
always off them gg brocolli’s i be keen
don’t get stomped by a hundred gucci sneaks
if he sweet eat eat!
me and heffa keisha in that beamer 5c
p-ssy pretty and that head something serious
stacks got a check
f-ck what a hater think
dare a white boy step on my prp’s
dope boy nikes n-gg-
you couldn’t walk a thousand miles

two b-tches on my bed (what they doing)
doing 69
momma told me a thousand times, “get a job” (i ain’t doing that b-tch!)
but i’m still getting money n-gg-, 365
i’m a soldier, daddy told me
f-ck these goofy -ss n-gg-s, ain’t no p-ss-es in my squad
2 throwin’ up the 5
free uncle beef, f-ck the beef
boy i got yo beans
making n-gg-s sleep, he ain’t on no lean (d-mn, he can’t breathe n-gg-, rip n-gg-)
shut yo motherf-cking mouth n-gg-!
‘for i have my n-gg- billy at yo house n-gg-

[verse 2]
could of brought some jays, bought a ounce n-gg-
fake -ss jewels, shut yo mouth n-gg-
only little baby i got is my baby choppa
h-ll yeah i’m a f-ckin rider i might pop it
n-gg- had a profit to my pot n-gg-, just for driving
yo b-tch, she a p-ssy popper and she p-ssy poppin
right now, in the western sweeps, lil og
never squash the beef
took him shopping bought em more beams
c-ck sucking b-tch, tell a hoe, she can hold these
on the west, when i’m with chino he throwin up the east
same n-gg-s sneakdissin came is fans
same n-gg-s i was rollin with and my mans
i use to wake up, lace up, pay up
you can’t play us, get yo weight up hater
faker, i get paper
i don’t f-ck with f-ck n-gg-s
i just made me a ticket
f-ck n-gg-s wanna know
how the f-ck i be gettin it
got it out the f-cking trenches
auntie in the kitchen
5 n-gg-s talking brains, 4 of em missin
the last one was in it my muf-ckin hitta
and he f-cked up middle
young n-gg- get ’em
all i hang with is killas

- rocaine lyrics

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