Roc Marciano - Steel Vagina lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Steel Vagina lyrics]
What have you done for me lately
That’s what she used to say to me
(That's what, she used, to say, to me)
I ain't tripping baby
That's just the way it be
No need to get angry
Always conduct yourself like a lady
Never be shady don’t ever try to play me
(Never try to to play me)
Give the pussy away and betray me
But either way it’s all gravy
(It’s all gravy, hoe)
All the feelings, you can vacuum seal it
The juice is healing
The music is the truth serum (Truth)
Throughout my career I’ve wrote
Some bеautiful lyrics
Was in the thick of shit, my boots was in it
(Got mud on my shit)
Shot up your rented Plymouth
Hit your liеutenant
He bled out for ten minutes
Then he was finished (He was Finished)
We know who did it, niggas overdid it
(We did that shit) drama I dove in it (Uh)
They thought I was going swimmin' (Splash)
Or was it fishin' (Uh)
They figure since he got the pole with him
He get the stove clickin'
(Fire it up, nigga)
I guess it’s common sense right?
(Sense right)
While we sipp pina coladas in Nevada
Watching the Errol Spence fight (yeah)
Pinch my side, we ringside
I ain’t know I can fly, it was a con
I just improvised
I learned on the job how to work the jar
(Whip it)
Circular motions made the work hard
(Whip it, Nigga)
Word to the God (Word to the God)
Now I’m swervin' in a German car (Skrrr)
My words and thoughts is a
Murder charge on a song
Rappers play this at home alone, on the low
Like it’s porn don’t get caught jerkin' off
(uh) , in the loft (Uh)
Squirt on the curtains in the Waldorf (Woo)
Some whore called, said I was falling off
Bitch I just bought a unicorn (Pfft)
Hoe, that’s a horse with a horn
I’m talking to a corpse, I’m bored
I’m a boss, you a bum broad (yeah)
The crown I got on got a hundred thorns
Pennin' songs, dog
I feel like I’m getting blood drawn
(Woo, uh)
Two diamond crucifixes I wore for all the
Times that I’ve been double crossed (ungh)
But ain’t no love lost (Ain’t no love lost)
I just cut you off, like some cut-off shorts
Shorty thought we were some country boys
(haha) but we’ from New York
Yeah, yeah, we from up Norf' mothafucka
That’s what she used to say to me
(That's what, she used, to say, to me)
I ain't tripping baby
That's just the way it be
No need to get angry
Always conduct yourself like a lady
Never be shady don’t ever try to play me
(Never try to to play me)
Give the pussy away and betray me
But either way it’s all gravy
(It’s all gravy, hoe)
All the feelings, you can vacuum seal it
The juice is healing
The music is the truth serum (Truth)
Throughout my career I’ve wrote
Some bеautiful lyrics
Was in the thick of shit, my boots was in it
(Got mud on my shit)
Shot up your rented Plymouth
Hit your liеutenant
He bled out for ten minutes
Then he was finished (He was Finished)
We know who did it, niggas overdid it
(We did that shit) drama I dove in it (Uh)
They thought I was going swimmin' (Splash)
Or was it fishin' (Uh)
They figure since he got the pole with him
He get the stove clickin'
(Fire it up, nigga)
I guess it’s common sense right?
(Sense right)
While we sipp pina coladas in Nevada
Watching the Errol Spence fight (yeah)
Pinch my side, we ringside
I ain’t know I can fly, it was a con
I just improvised
I learned on the job how to work the jar
(Whip it)
Circular motions made the work hard
(Whip it, Nigga)
Word to the God (Word to the God)
Now I’m swervin' in a German car (Skrrr)
My words and thoughts is a
Murder charge on a song
Rappers play this at home alone, on the low
Like it’s porn don’t get caught jerkin' off
(uh) , in the loft (Uh)
Squirt on the curtains in the Waldorf (Woo)
Some whore called, said I was falling off
Bitch I just bought a unicorn (Pfft)
Hoe, that’s a horse with a horn
I’m talking to a corpse, I’m bored
I’m a boss, you a bum broad (yeah)
The crown I got on got a hundred thorns
Pennin' songs, dog
I feel like I’m getting blood drawn
(Woo, uh)
Two diamond crucifixes I wore for all the
Times that I’ve been double crossed (ungh)
But ain’t no love lost (Ain’t no love lost)
I just cut you off, like some cut-off shorts
Shorty thought we were some country boys
(haha) but we’ from New York
Yeah, yeah, we from up Norf' mothafucka