Roc Marciano - Stop Me lyrics
[Roc Marciano - Stop Me lyrics]
Straight like that, play the bat
Fade to black the game lay flat
Pull a lame name out the hat
Take em off the map, eat his food and get fat
Fuck a buck 50, give him a 360
Erase his history
I'm hard like a taste of whiskey
Move like a gipsy
In a blue king vivid, pull out the doohickey
You too iffy, I'm sickness skippy, I'm sticky
Choose bitch too picky
Keep it sour, respect the shooter
Inside your head it's your register sooner
Maneuver, it might turn up to be a tumor
The radiation came from the computer
Gun in the case, replace the toolbox
The hook realer consumer like toner
10 chucks
The cold got me held up in the cobra clutch
It's tough, ivish to trust, Egyptian mush
Shoot outs and dusk
Winds gust with thrust, knock your
Bitch I'm a cluts, sorry
Armani tux, mami rock the body glove
I snuck the shottie in the club
But it's all love
Stop me baby, that logo raw
Stop me baby, that logo raw
Knock your fucking head off nigga
Let's get em
Stand in the halls with the fiends
Serving saltine bling queen Philippine
These are morphine dreams
And the flat screen machines
No books, just magazines
Lights, cameras, nights at the copa cabana
I'm no obama, my name's on the banner, bitch
For how I use grammar
The cayenne come with the scrambler
The lame niggas gave the game cancer
Carver till my face album on my pogo
With 2 bad hoes canoodle
Beat the pussy brutal
Kick the poodle, body like a fitness guru
She kiss the ring for the king approval
Ah, tracking vocals that's a black opal
Million dollar gun twist noodles
The disposal, gold revolver, code of honor
Bad karma
Still cop some land in Santa Barbra
Bare handed
We'll pull them all in out the harbor
Did it in my bitch do what I taught her
Breathe underwater
The key order rock 3 quarter
A good pimp should never have to
Lay a finger on her
Fade to black the game lay flat
Pull a lame name out the hat
Take em off the map, eat his food and get fat
Fuck a buck 50, give him a 360
Erase his history
I'm hard like a taste of whiskey
Move like a gipsy
In a blue king vivid, pull out the doohickey
You too iffy, I'm sickness skippy, I'm sticky
Choose bitch too picky
Keep it sour, respect the shooter
Inside your head it's your register sooner
Maneuver, it might turn up to be a tumor
The radiation came from the computer
Gun in the case, replace the toolbox
The hook realer consumer like toner
10 chucks
The cold got me held up in the cobra clutch
It's tough, ivish to trust, Egyptian mush
Shoot outs and dusk
Winds gust with thrust, knock your
Bitch I'm a cluts, sorry
Armani tux, mami rock the body glove
I snuck the shottie in the club
But it's all love
Stop me baby, that logo raw
Stop me baby, that logo raw
Knock your fucking head off nigga
Let's get em
Stand in the halls with the fiends
Serving saltine bling queen Philippine
These are morphine dreams
And the flat screen machines
No books, just magazines
Lights, cameras, nights at the copa cabana
I'm no obama, my name's on the banner, bitch
For how I use grammar
The cayenne come with the scrambler
The lame niggas gave the game cancer
Carver till my face album on my pogo
With 2 bad hoes canoodle
Beat the pussy brutal
Kick the poodle, body like a fitness guru
She kiss the ring for the king approval
Ah, tracking vocals that's a black opal
Million dollar gun twist noodles
The disposal, gold revolver, code of honor
Bad karma
Still cop some land in Santa Barbra
Bare handed
We'll pull them all in out the harbor
Did it in my bitch do what I taught her
Breathe underwater
The key order rock 3 quarter
A good pimp should never have to
Lay a finger on her