A. Nayaka, Lil Kuzco, King Cult - Rockety (Remix) lyrics

[A. Nayaka, Lil Kuzco, King Cult - Rockety Remix lyrics]

Rockety rockety, vroom (Oouh)
Pull up on that bitch with a rolls (Yah)
Rockety rockety, vroom (Oouh)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a bop (Wow)
Rockety rockety, vroom (Vroom)
Pull up on that bitch with a rolls (O oh)
Rockety rockety, vroom (O oh)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a bop (Yah)

Dimes on dimes like Curry in the 15'
(Splash) racks on racks turned 20 to a 50
(Racks, racks, racks)
Never won a FA just Ligue, Ligue, Ligue I
(Ligue)
Got a diamond ring on my finger left pinky
(Left, what?) rockety my way
Money my way gave bitch 2K
Said she gon' stay (Gon' stay)
Rain on that beach thats all handos
Dirty sprite in the bando
Pull up jumper like I'm Lonzo (Splash)
Pull up skrt in a Lambo (Vroom)
Got bitches strippin' balls
Jimmy Butler in the fourth (Splash)
Never missin', Always winnin'
Never Losin', Keep Controllin'
Never missin', Always winnin'
Never Losin', Keep Controllin'

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)
Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)
Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)
Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)

Hunnid bands, hunnid bands rockety, rockety
Whodaman, whodaman gotta be kinda me
Checks on me like Nike, Nike
Pickin up yo bitch like I would prolly
This one for the homies doin'
Shit up in the south shout out to the Cult
We should reconnect the sound
Now oh my God I might be bashin' oh my lord
Spit so much fire I be
Heading straight for Mars
Got so much higher I done
Start to see the stars
I roll a blunt up filled with gas
And then I leave yo' ass afar
Now bitch you can't go far
And I'm not done in the booth
Hocus pocus Peter Pan
Shoot this shit straight out your roof
Flying high, Neverland
Oversaturated over so possessive
All these women, I know
Meditated all up in the Himalayas
Like a Monk I know
Colorblind, colorblind, colorblind
Colorblind, colorblind
Yo shoutout to Madt Cult
Shoutout to Lil Kuzco shoutout to King Cult
Flex

Rockety rockety, vroom (Oouh)
Pull up on that bitch with a rolls (Yah)
Rockety rockety, vroom (Oouh)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a bop (Wow)
Rockety rockety, vroom (Vroom)
Pull up on that bitch with a rolls (O oh)
Rockety rockety, vroom (O oh)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a bop (Yah)

Rockety rockety blowin' the fetti
Your rocket too rusty mine pop like confetti
Bitches want raw meat Imma give em' salmon
Made you eat the plan B
No it's not my problem
Really on top of the game
All these bitches want bang
All my dead blue ocean
I keep the cheese in the mattress
I make the pussy look flawless
Mix the sugar with the salt
You the beggar we the Cult
Head bands on me flex
I'm the King and you the blower
I made a dam to keep the water from dropping
Dropping new hit's what I'm flexing
Flexing on bluffs what you facing
All these homies look away
Got the jumper fade away
Bake the pussy Kyrie cook the dope Ramsay

Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)
Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)
Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)
Halle, halle, halle, hallelujah (hallelujah)

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