Roc Marciano - Pig Knuckles lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Pig Knuckles lyrics]
R-r-r-r-really though really though
Uh
Pull the drops out in the summer
I played Prince while I waited on my bitch
When you rich you fly your
Jewelers in from Zurich vintage Woolwich
I'm nothin' to be fooled wit'
I light a spliff in the memory of Ruck
We made legendary shit
I'm a history buff (Rest in peace, my man)
Treat the coke like grapes how
We be stepping on it the Feds was on us
They thought that we was teleportin'
Park the Vette up at the heliport we teleport
I weather the storm
I pray my umbrella's strong (I pray)
Pump the shotty like a black top (black job)
Until we hit a cop I ain't satisfied (uh)
Gladys Knight blaring in the Vantage
My shorty copped pink rings like Cam'ron
Nigga I'm hands on
I do my dirt but all my cars get hand washed
Yacht parties on the Mediterranean
Melanated - my complexion is radiant
Steerin' the Rolls let off pheromones
There's nothing to fear but fear alone
I could move to any hood and feel at home
Really though really though
Really though
The white Evoque is like coke
Silencers on the Colt come from Idaho
The DB9? I could stoop to your level
Or take the higher road
I inspired your flow
Give a black man back his Science and Gold
We let the devil inside our homes
Designing clothes but he lied and stole
Clone rhymes, took wine and clothes
The whole time slept with one eye closed
You're not boss cut, you're flimsy
Bitches get real friendly when you wear Fendi
Sittin' in the XJ like Gorgeous Dre
Overcoat - three quarters suede
We never slum where the corner's played
I just gotta call a spade a spade
Mmm uh
Life ain't pinochle
Don't get caught in the shuffle
My fingers quintuple my trigger fingers
Smoke a nigga like pig knuckles
Life ain't pinochle
Don't get caught in the shuffle
Rosebud
Really though really though
Really though really though
Uh
Pull the drops out in the summer
I played Prince while I waited on my bitch
When you rich you fly your
Jewelers in from Zurich vintage Woolwich
I'm nothin' to be fooled wit'
I light a spliff in the memory of Ruck
We made legendary shit
I'm a history buff (Rest in peace, my man)
Treat the coke like grapes how
We be stepping on it the Feds was on us
They thought that we was teleportin'
Park the Vette up at the heliport we teleport
I weather the storm
I pray my umbrella's strong (I pray)
Pump the shotty like a black top (black job)
Until we hit a cop I ain't satisfied (uh)
Gladys Knight blaring in the Vantage
My shorty copped pink rings like Cam'ron
Nigga I'm hands on
I do my dirt but all my cars get hand washed
Yacht parties on the Mediterranean
Melanated - my complexion is radiant
Steerin' the Rolls let off pheromones
There's nothing to fear but fear alone
I could move to any hood and feel at home
Really though really though
Really though
The white Evoque is like coke
Silencers on the Colt come from Idaho
The DB9? I could stoop to your level
Or take the higher road
I inspired your flow
Give a black man back his Science and Gold
We let the devil inside our homes
Designing clothes but he lied and stole
Clone rhymes, took wine and clothes
The whole time slept with one eye closed
You're not boss cut, you're flimsy
Bitches get real friendly when you wear Fendi
Sittin' in the XJ like Gorgeous Dre
Overcoat - three quarters suede
We never slum where the corner's played
I just gotta call a spade a spade
Mmm uh
Life ain't pinochle
Don't get caught in the shuffle
My fingers quintuple my trigger fingers
Smoke a nigga like pig knuckles
Life ain't pinochle
Don't get caught in the shuffle
Rosebud
Really though really though
Really though really though