Lyric ROC - Memphis Bleek

Lyric Song ROC:
Yo Just mangimma a heat rock man
DGL we back in the club againya know Holla
J Jeah j jeah j jeah bounce! easy!
Ya heard we back bitches
Don t be scared nowit s the Roc
We hereya know as if we left this bitch R!
Really thoughya know gimme the O!
Marcy hollauh oh C! Brooklyn
Let s do this shit rightyo

Verse 1
I pull up on deuce deucesstill roofless
No security I move with shooters
V Tweezy dual exhaust
Stashbox like a childseattucked in the baby Taurus DGL!
I m on skinniestwo with me
Battle of Armi 89 in it I m blowin on Phillies
And yeah I m high as fuck
And the Roc s the realest click nigga I m a buy as fuck WHAT!
Say I m bug cause I walk with a hung John
Nine two hund fiftydon t disrespect me
I call my nigga seal the deal
Cause he just brought a G to seal the deal prick!
And I got that on stand by stand by
What you commercial niggas fly stand buywon t stand by
And let a nigga do his dues
Fuck these hoesget this breadrep the crewthe

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R realest niggas puttin it down
O other niggas can t see us now
C come through your hood snatch and reap up
But keep cannon on me to clear streets up

Verse 2
You talk jewelsmy ears got 2K blazers
Roc jeansAirs in all flavors
White tees and fitted sbackwoods and spinage
That s haze for you dudes who dont get it
I smoke silver and strawberry
Easy ball like Maurberry you know I m not the ordinary
I keep one that keep one
Yeah my bitch bag bitches toowe the illest crew
Nothin change but the rims upgrade
It s quarters now maand I m on it now
So hop inI pull off like toupes
And the only thing I rock on my hip that s two ways
My bitchmy beeperBleek keep two heaters
Still peeling the city with two seaters
And you know how I does it while I m doin it
Black coupin it bitchI keep two in it

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Verse 3
Look hereI live wild like Q cousin +Day Day+
Anytime I wantI take they K
+Next Friday+ till November
Stay two more weeks I ll be home in December
You know I move like that
The game all mad cause I m back with my tool like that
I m in that big body truck
That I whip through the sky like I don t give a fuck
Got trucks with driverscars low mileage
Just copped itI drove it and parked it
Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel
And your wifereal niceshe my Sunday feel nigga!
I got one day for her still ok for her
But by sunriseI throwed her one high
You know I m up and out
Hit the brake clutch throw it in firstpull out easy gone
It s the

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