Young Dolph, Tim Gates - Rokkin’ lyrics
[Young Dolph, Tim Gates - Rokkin’ lyrics]
I'm still bangin' that screwed up
They call me exclusive AK, ay mr
Got the whole city juiced up
I'm on my Uncle Snoop shit
Rocking blue chugs
I jump on the instrumental
And leave it bruised up
They say life's a bitch, and it's too short
I ran with my young bitch, call it too short
2 iPhones 3 prepaid
Lil' momma phone last night call in
And ask for a replay young made nigga
With them billion dollar plans
To make all of my fellows
A million dollar made
First 2, what they do
These shades me 2 grand
Guess you could say I pay
For crystal clear view man
Them young niggas be like 'Dolph
You the truth man'
Got your girl a CD, cause she a new fan
Skrilla got a family, not a crewman
501's in a pair of these square
Just left the store and bought three pair
I'm in my own lane, I got my own slang
, I drop straight flames
You oughta know by now
You rockin' with one of the
I'mma wait around the point blank period
I need a fire fighter fight me
When I get behind the
You never wanted to be made
It's just that money that I like
My new name is Rod Roddy
Only talk when the price is right
Man I swear that I'm a phoon
Fuck your wife out of your sheets
And I swear that shit is
I swear I'm so disrespectful
But I can't help it
All I drive is 2-seaters
They say I'm so selfish
Super clinic, call me mister way you get that
Different colour diamonds, mismatch
Heard niggas feelings
But I don't give a fuck i'll in the woods
I'm all about them bucks