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lirik lagu i wanna rocc (eastmix) – dave east

[intro: dave east]
from the dirt, no really from the dirt
d*mn, d*mn (eastmix) rollin’

[chorus: dave east]
hunnids i put in my sock, never do it i got a motion for opps
i feel like uzi i walk in the spot
bro got an uzi we walk in the spot
i stay on my loc i ain’t taking a plea
b*tches bug out when they wake up with me
i gotta thank god i could wake up & breathe
i come for the money i wake up with g’s
b*tch in her feelings, i told her i’m done, no way i can break up and leave
i know i’m a target them n*ggas ain’t aiming you bro they aiming at me
i’m everything that i be claiming to be
nothing but scammers & gangstas wit me
i f*ck her good and she hate when i lеave
i feel how i feel, no explaining to me
i’m on it, i hit thе block in the morning most of y’all n*ggas was snoring (tired and sh*t)
get off a pack why you yawning, til i link up in the corner (imma get rich)
i had my strap in the corner play wit me boy they gon mourn ya (i ain’t with sh*t)
n*ggas gon think that its storming get an umbrella my n*gga or y’all gon get drenched

[verse 1: dave east]
laundromat, washing these racks
we really hopped over fences straight out the trenches
if they act funny i’d give them a distance
cvs know me i had a prescription (they know me)
watching for ’em but i’m chilling i know that they probably gon stop us
not with no lawyers, i’m not with no doctors
i’m with some hustlers im with some shottas
sh*t i got one you’d think i came from the oscars
only authentic don’t hang with imposters
telephone numbers, exchange them with mobsters
lower east side red wine with some pasta
hoppin at n*ggas since i had a locker
i think i’m john gotti off of vodka
got it myself never needed sponsors
we was them n*ggas, got it when they doubted
that foreign pull up, then everything is cloudy
we came to cop it all no more browsing
ya favorite rapper they on public housing
i’m gonna rob em n*ggas tell me i’m wildin’
i’m wanna rob em n*ggas tell me i’m wildin’
i shoot to die, i ain’t really with smiling
let’s take a trip, it ain’t really no mileage
we the best, we ain’t really with khaled
n*ggas but they ain’t never been violent
grown man, i can’t get with the childish
f*ck is a challenge?
[chorus: dave east]
hunnids i put in my sock, never do it i got a motion for opps
i feel like uzi i walk in the spot
bro got an uzi we walk in the spot
i stay on my loc i ain’t taking a plea
b*tches bug out when they wake up with me
i gotta thank god i could wake up & breathe
i come for the money i wake up with g’s
b*tch in her feelings, i told her i’m done, no way i can break up and leave
i know i’m a target them n*ggas ain’t aiming you bro they aiming at me
i’m everything that i be claiming to be
nothing but scammers & gangstas with me
i f*ck her good and she hate when i leave
i feel how i feel, no explaining to me
i’m on it, i hit the block in the morning most of y’all n*ggas was snoring (tired and sh*t)
get off a pack why you yawning, til i link up in the corner (imma get rich)
i had my strap in the corner play with me boy they gon mourn ya (i ain’t with sh*t)
n*ggas gon think that its storming get an umbrella my n*gga or y’all gon get drenched

[interlude: nino man]
from the dirt, no really from the dirt
d*mn, d*mn (eastmix), sh*ttin me east? you know it’s bout that time nino man

[verse 2: nino man]
they mad cuz n*ggas is on
they say they kings but these n*ggas is p*wns
they said i wouldn’t make it without a song
sounded good but them n*ggas was wrong
they ain’t changed got this sh*t on my palm
blew up like i got hit with a bomb
pretty b*tches with me swimming in thongs
how you winning and you live with ya moms?
wait, wait, i was out there moving weight, wait
like a baker trying to make cake
free them homies out them jakes
tired of n*ggas bringing n*ggas up and they got the nerve to hate wait
they won’t get the time of day they fake
not tryna wrestle with the jakes or snakes, i shake and bake
no lie, no ma, i should get more neck than bowties
pull up b*tch but don’t k!ll no vibes
i just want the burger no fries
don’t pass it if it’s no za
you could have it if it’s your high
automatic .9’s and .45’s
so if we don’t see eye to eye then go blind facts
up early or not getting off grams 30 a pop
total of customers coming on the block
cuz just like the song, they just wanna rock
i want the guap, i want the chicken
i’m with the block, i’m with the b*tches
i’m with the stock, i’m with the riches
i’m with the glocks that come with the switches
n*ggas gon talk about you when you broke
n*ggas gon talk about you when you up
left with no choice but not to give a f*ck
just to be honest i just want the bucks
i’m doing the most today and imma do it til the jokers break
y’all n*ggas broke to me, i think y’all n*ggas is supposed to hate
stop calling my phone it ain’t nothing that urgent
put on a movie my n*ggas is purging look at the time all my n*ggas be servin’
been through it all, f*ck the detergent
i’m gonna treat her because she a diva, if she not a eater, then you know i’m curving
sh*t in the game but i’m still learning
staying in my lane it ain’t no merger
i don’t do fake i don’t do cops
i don’t do hate, i don’t do opps
i’m just gonna take they spots, and i’m gonna make bae watch (baywatch)
like we on beaches, you know the treeshes
money so you’ll be speechless
one in the game but they didn’t teach us
so we was just getting those pieces (harlem!) downtown

- dave east

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