Roc Marciano - Saks Fifth lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Saks Fifth lyrics]
Uh, check it marc, nigga
Uh, for niggas that don't know, now you know
Uh marc, uh
Marc, check it, buss it
Who you lovin'? Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh
Check it, check it, buss it who you lovin'?
Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Check it, buss it, check it, buss, buss it
Check it, buss it, check it, buss it, uh
Swiss movement on my wrist, I'm suited
Canoodlin' with bitches
This is what I've been doing
Shit, I'm doodling with the pen
Cause the room to get humid
The Mac 10 came with air holes, coolin'
School's in, nigga, this tutoring
You should pick up a few tips
There's loot to get
Gotta watch who you in cahoots with
My niggas shoot shit we don't shoot the shit
I might smack you, loosen your gibs
Off of orange juice and gin
This a true range putting two on a ten
The Benz a two door
I just had on a orange suit with Timbs
Stole your bitch
We like Oran Juice in "The Rain"
(I stole her) you ready to cut up the
Credit cards and everythang
I know the blasted difference between
Club Monaco and Ferragamo, ho
Solid gold from hollow
The white bitches, I'm like Fabio
She said I reminded her of Ralph Macchio
(Bitch buggin', son
I look nothing like that nigga
Bitch, I look like God)
Yeah, she prolly let your posse know
My flow cannot be copied
I got a patent on it my wrist is splashin'
It got platinum on it
For that I think there's
Some congrats in order
(Thank you, thank you, thank you so much)
Uh, safe to say a nigga done came up
Made enough to get the game up
We came and stepped on the yay
In the name of love
I'm a grade above you blood
Get your weight up, bum
(Get your weight up, bum)
Keyboards hating from West Bumblefuck
Niggas hating from West Bumblefuck
(Okay, okay, okay) enough is enough
Might pop a bottle on this rare occasion
(Pop it) blowjobs from models
We know where to take it (Take 'em there)
My bitch hold the hammer standing naked
(Butt ass) my young'un knock your head off
For a pair of Payton's
Facts, it's basic, check it, check it
Buss it
Who you lovin'? Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh buss it
Who you lovin'? Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Uh, for niggas that don't know, now you know
Uh marc, uh
Marc, check it, buss it
Who you lovin'? Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh
Check it, check it, buss it who you lovin'?
Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Check it, buss it, check it, buss, buss it
Check it, buss it, check it, buss it, uh
Swiss movement on my wrist, I'm suited
Canoodlin' with bitches
This is what I've been doing
Shit, I'm doodling with the pen
Cause the room to get humid
The Mac 10 came with air holes, coolin'
School's in, nigga, this tutoring
You should pick up a few tips
There's loot to get
Gotta watch who you in cahoots with
My niggas shoot shit we don't shoot the shit
I might smack you, loosen your gibs
Off of orange juice and gin
This a true range putting two on a ten
The Benz a two door
I just had on a orange suit with Timbs
Stole your bitch
We like Oran Juice in "The Rain"
(I stole her) you ready to cut up the
Credit cards and everythang
I know the blasted difference between
Club Monaco and Ferragamo, ho
Solid gold from hollow
The white bitches, I'm like Fabio
She said I reminded her of Ralph Macchio
(Bitch buggin', son
I look nothing like that nigga
Bitch, I look like God)
Yeah, she prolly let your posse know
My flow cannot be copied
I got a patent on it my wrist is splashin'
It got platinum on it
For that I think there's
Some congrats in order
(Thank you, thank you, thank you so much)
Uh, safe to say a nigga done came up
Made enough to get the game up
We came and stepped on the yay
In the name of love
I'm a grade above you blood
Get your weight up, bum
(Get your weight up, bum)
Keyboards hating from West Bumblefuck
Niggas hating from West Bumblefuck
(Okay, okay, okay) enough is enough
Might pop a bottle on this rare occasion
(Pop it) blowjobs from models
We know where to take it (Take 'em there)
My bitch hold the hammer standing naked
(Butt ass) my young'un knock your head off
For a pair of Payton's
Facts, it's basic, check it, check it
Buss it
Who you lovin'? Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh huh, huh huh, huh, huh, huh buss it
Who you lovin'? Who you wanna be huggin'?
Who you wanna be wit', kissin'
Takin' pictures in public?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh