Rozz Dyliams - Twenty Dollar Rock lyrics

Selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Get my, get my dick sucked with
The club slugging crack selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Selling dates, Selling seals
Selling twenty dolar rocks

Selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Get my, get my dick sucked with
The club slugging crack selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Selling dates, Selling seals
Selling twenty dolar rocks

My bout to salas pick up what I need
Roll back to Fogtown I’m
The distribution service
As I get angrier I kick ruder
Verses and it’s evident to
Me you’re not a G if metal make ya nervous
And if that does my squad will
All I know is get angry pop pills
Pop trunk and get real
I keep it swanging like a fifth wheel
I’m moving work you wanna job I’m
On my management like Big Keel
I keep it trill and only
Fuck with big face bills only thing up in me
Demonic tendencies and you
Wanna see me get it so ill
Clean up the steel right before I kill
Step into the dungeon and I bet you
Onion is all that you smell
Hell compared to me you all defenseless
You wanna keep me out your area
You better build some taller fences
I built this pipeline in all directions
I’m stacking so many chips you could
Mistake it for a paw collection

Selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Get my, get my dick sucked with
The club slugging crack selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Selling dates, Selling seals
Selling twenty dolar rocks

Once again it me, Big D nowison
It’s the killer for Cuyahoga and
I’m landing on yo dome breaking in yo home
Rubbery keeps me strong smoked out
Lokked out killas in the steamer all day long
Wanna test my pimping cultivate
You sip the joan
Clutching on my chrome when I’m
Burning a mystic zone
Coming hard with Pizza Click you
Know I’m not alone
Pants sagging when I’m zagging
Harder than a bone
The evil shit I’m grown on
The central coast I roam
Already got yo casket filled before I
Touch you with this tone
You wanna do some business hit
Me on the burner phone
If not I’m leaving pieces of
You scattered across the lawn
My extension is long and my
Arm and hammer strong
I’m rolling fat neck junts till
The break of dawn
You wanna pose a threat and test
My nuts you guessed me wrong
I’m flipping crucifixes over just
To make it known so what’s up joan

Selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Get my, get my dick sucked with
The club slugging crack selling dimes
Selling nickels to the junkies on my track
Selling dates, Selling seals
Selling twenty dolar rocks