roger rabbit - lil double 0 lyrics
[intro]
(they have the goat in this b*tch)
you f*cking with the best
f*cking with texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with texas, you f*cking with the best
f*cking with texas, you f*cking with the best
[chorus]
ap rollie, bustdown patek, this here come one*of*one
i be out in houston, texas, posted like j prince or somethin’
i got put on, still got my own cash, lil’ n*gga, i’ll f*ck around and show you somethin’
stuff a lot of cash up in the goyard bag, leavе a hole in a n*gga like a hole in onе
country n*gga, had dirty clothes, but still got rich like master p
i rock designer clothes and f*ck these hoes and keep the bowls for cheap
you shot more shots than ja morant, you move just like you pistol pete
[verse]
these n*gga how to walk down, leave him chalked down, gotta use your hands and feet (walk down, walk down)
ooh, walk it down
marry the street, i might get her a ring
the bustdown rollies and benzes, and pateks, b*tch, f*ck your pappy, you know what i mean?
ooh, hit his ass, no lackin’, a young, rich shooter in chrome heart jeans
ooh, the money, i gotta have it, i’m stuffin’ these racks inside the mattress
young n*ggas do car jackin’, can’t solve this murder, no roger rabbit
uh, dope strong like randy savage, this march madness, nah, i better not pass it
big*ass gun, my pants saggin’, he wax on, then my mans lap him
f*ckin’ different hoes and i’m a baby goat
he can ally oop it, i’ma still pass it
uh, show me what you do for this bustdown, this b*tch real nasty
all my life, i slept in a trap house, now i live classy
[chorus]
ap rollie, bustdown patek, this here come one*of*one
i be out in houston, texas, posted like j prince or somethin’
i got put on, still got my own cash, lil’ n*gga, i’ll f*ck around and show you somethin’
stuff a lot of cash up in the goyard bag, leave a hole in a n*gga like a hole in one
country n*gga, had dirty clothes, but still got rich like master p
i rock designer clothes and f*ck these hoes and keep the bowls for cheap
you shot more shots than ja morant, you move just like you pistol pete
[outro]
do it, and one, n*gga
walk down, walk down
(i got a christmas rose, you know what i’m sayin’?)
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