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blue prince - roman the writer lyrics

check it! ‘nother lesson from yung dorado
aficionado of music, call me roman apollo
ohmygod! i’m the beast, i’m the bomb, no colorado
adam driver with the way i flip the script and change my motto
from “trust the guy” to “free my mind”–germanotto
with art and pop i’m leading horses to water like i’m pablo picasso with the pen
y’all don’t phase me, sh*t ain’t sweet
no gato, but i’m sn*tching souls out of vatos like morado

no rey, i’ma call you do re, cuz you’ll never be ahead of me
i’m so far in the future i’ll never stop till i’m 77
stay away from the water i rule the 7 seas
f with me if you wanna, i bet ya life i want let her breathe!
these n*ggas is p*ssy, no hysterectomy
jealousy is a deadly disease and i got the remedy
medically help you sleep longer, lessen your life expectancy
mess with the recipe, your destined for death like a kennedy
i’m in this b*tch, i’ll make it big like dallas
i’m so potent, y’all some rodents on that 6ix9ine status
talking sh*t but when i post up, they bid white flags
cuz first they love you then switch, yeah they switch like…
i still got 91 n*ggas all on my d*ck like
got 9 of your b*tches beating my meat like it’s a fist fight
i set fire to your diamonds, melting ice is what i drip like
i party with past presidents, y’all ain’t got the invite

card blacker than midnight, rolie diamonds are trip*white
talkin’ ’bout he’s your person? miss thing that sh*t don’t sit right!
lil sis wanna bark? well roman just took a big bite
steady k!lling these b*tches, i guess i’m the mike vick type

can’t stop won’t stop, playtime is over
i’ll ease up on these n*ggas ‘fore i pop them like a cola
’bout as sick as ebola. when you see me tell me “hola!”
a deuce is what i throw up like trippy with panocha peligrosa with a side of soda
“dame salchichón” when i come over i’ll leave christian in a coma!
i wanna make sure that it’s understood
that i could whoop that ass better than your mother could!

you kiddies crossed the line like a color book!
i’m the g.o.a.t like black phillip, leave your body underwood
cuz i carry the cannon, i’ll do more than nick you
when i get you, you’ll probably get to go ghostin’ and call it brotherhood
have you chilling with sophie, shooting baskets with kobe
say my condolences and end it with a casket emoji
b*tch that blue heart is mine, and you may think that i’m joking
but watch you wake up with a scar because your real one was stolen!

kahuna king about his dollar, better cough up like covid
i’m disrespectful with no warning, call me carla the poet
b*tch i ain’t knockin’ on no doors, i’m ’bout to c*ck and unload it
such a motherf*cker, i come and make ya pops become homeless!

n*gga stop with all that gloating, you are not my opponent!
i’m past you hoes, my flow’s progressive, dust you off of my shoulder
the star of the show, i’m shining, my frozen rocks turn to boulders
now these bodies getting colder, tell the cops it was roman!

carried for the hundredth time
money always on my mind
leavin’ n*ggas blue as f*ck
i make them realise they can’t rhyme
blue prince never reveals
his coveted steps
see how everyone dies
when nothing is left?

why don’t you start telling her before you tell me?
why do i get all the triplesh*t updates?
cuz you’re my best friend
i*
okay fine
exactly
what’s so funny about that?
who says that?
my mama!

- roman the writer lyrics

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