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EST Gee – MORE BLOOD Lyrics

EST Gee – MORE BLOOD ( Lyrics Letra) Letra ESTGeeVEVO EST Gee – MORE BLOOD ( Lyrics Letra)
Intro:
More blood
It’s gon be more blood
Flexin on that bitch, hol up

Hook:
Yeah, no more pain ain’t what I prayed for
Asked God change my face, snake to a dinosaur
Carnivore
It’s gon be more blood ‘fore I go Lord
Yes, I’m sure
Drape me in jewelry ‘fore I face the floor
Patience George
Watch for the cross, you seen this shit before
History been written for me, BC before Jesus born
Seek, destroy, keep it going, demon boy, bull horns
We the point, fool store, D-boy, addicted to it
He the (?), soda pour, rapping just my decoy
Killin’ keep the energy, shit I learned from the streets
Verse 1:
I learned that you can fake the trust, but you can’t fake the love
You know it’s real if when we chill, I show I got my gun
I learned the power, watch the young turn the spliffs into tons
I built myself, collecting crumbles, no one gave me nun
King of the slums, beef the numbers up with one on ones
Kissing my junkie bitch with tongue during my first run
How could you judge what I become, you ain’t been in the mud
You never microwaved no bun, so it (?) its crud
Couple I got game from fucked they name up
Sayin’ some statements make gangsta the agents
A pill cater cased cuz, he faced them and ain’t say nun
Call me, know I’m comin’ to save you from the danger

Hook:
No more pain ain’t what I prayed for
Asked God change my face, snake to a dinosaur
Carnivore
It’s gon be more blood ‘fore I go Lord
Yes, I’m sure
Drape me in jewelry ‘fore I face the floor
Patience George
Watch for the cross, you seen this shit before
History been written for me, BC before Jesus born
Seek, destroy, keep it going, demon boy, bull horns
We the point, fool store, D-boy, addicted to it
Verse 2:
I just don’t return unless you tryna burn
I let it purge and still I turn the plan, you gon’ learn
Tryna take what I earn like I don’t stand on this firm
I don’t speak on shit, a word, case dismissed
Court adjourned
First degree, second, and third
I don’t need no learning curve
I’m from Newburg, nigga you know we slide and serve
Only big unc left is Worm
Shootin’ can confirm the terms
Serve more work than ASAP Ferg
No sleep from the first til third
And tables always made to turn
Just like them bridges made to burn
Sitting from the realist out
Directions niggas head in was dead ends
I took different routes
Brick layer, way maker
Help you stretch your last out, survive the drought
Learn to throw stones out of a glass house
Ice over grass like the weather bad when it’s cold out
Pledge allegiance to us
Won’t go against it for no amount

Outro:
Ain’t what I prayed for
Mm, mm, change face to a…
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Quavo – Stain ft. Hunxho & BabyDrill Lyrics

Quavo – Stain ft. Hunxho & BabyDrill ( Lyrics ) Letra Quavo Huncho Quavo – Stain ft. Hunxho & BabyDrill ( Lyrics)

(I-I-I)
Woo
(I-I-I)
Yeah, woo
(I-I-I’m working on dying)
Ooh
(BNYX)

St-st-stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain (Yeah)
Stain, nigga, stain (Grrah)
Stain, nigga, stain (Yeah)
Stain, nigga, stain
Stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain

I got the shiesty over my head (Shiesty)
With a strap in the hand, I’m sprayin’ (Brr)
When I come outside, ain’t playin’ (Uh-uh)
In the parkin’ lot, somebody layin’ (Shh)
Bend off like, yeah, tip-toein’
You need somebody, somebody payin’ (Yeah)
Modern warfare, jump out a Lamb’ (Jump)
Young nigga ‘bout to get in some-

What you talkin’ ‘bout?
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga (Stain)
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga
Stain, nigga
Stain (Su)
Stain, stain (Yeah)
Stain, stain (Uh)
I’m tryna get me some stain (Brr)
I’m tryna get me some stain (Quavo)

I’m havin’ stain in the game, I’m so comfortable (Stain)
Still’ll spin on your block, like a carnival (Stain)
All red, I see red, like incredible (Stain)
I got stain on my niggas, available (Stain)
Money bag, but I’m not goin’ federal (Stain)
Eat a shroom and it feel like an edible (Stain)
All that lil’ bullshit is irrelevant (Stain)
‘Bout my dawg, we never gon’ settle it (Never)
Huncho havin’ more stain, like the president (Stain)
Trappin’ out of a public resident (Su)
Now the stain in my diamond necklace
Get a stain from Wafi and Elliott (Ice)
Walk ‘em down, gotta walk like pedestrian (Walk)
Twin straps on me now, like a lesbian (Baow)
They said I need me a therapist (Huh?)
‘Cause my Hun’ V bulletproof, Batman (Stain)
You can shoot, better look like a stat man (Brr)
Hop out, pullin’ off stat packs (Skrrt)
I’m in the spot, where the racks at? (Racks at)
I got a stain, like Affleck (Stain)
Fuck some insurance, I don’t need that (Stain)
Neck on burned, can’t beat that (Stain)
You got some stain where you sleep at (Stain)
I left some stain on your bitch back (Stain, let’s get it)

St-st-stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain (Yeah)
Stain, nigga, stain (Grrah)
Stain, nigga, stain (Yeah)
Stain, nigga, stain
Stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain

I got the shiesty over my head (Shiesty)
With a strap in the hand, I’m sprayin’ (Brr)
When I come outside, ain’t playin’ (Uh-uh)
In the parkin’ lot, somebody layin’ (Shh)
Bend off like, yeah, tip-toein’
You need somebody, somebody payin’ (Yeah)
Modern warfare, jump out a Lamb’ (Jump)
Young nigga ‘bout to get in some-

Huh, huh, double that [?], then I spend
Cut up the block with a Glock, what the fuck is you sayin’?
I get to sprayin’ my twin
Keisha ain’t screamin’, I ain’t sayin’ no name
I got more bounce than a [?]
Nigga, seen more jets than you’ve seen planes (Yes)
I walked down with forty, nigga (Walked down)
Here to tear out homie’s brain
It’s hard to pack this on opp block
They said ‘Drill workin’ on his ass
Brr, brr, shit be trippin’
Brr, brr, let out the switchie
All them niggas gon’ die if they play with the ‘Drill
Fuck around me on a bookie
Huncho, walk out here ‘fore I give his life to a turn, the Draco fully (Huncho)
I put a lego inside they stick, hop out, Maybach, let it ride
LV bag, walked in with fifty, get you killed for real life, damn
Niggas want me dead, DP the whip, niggas’ll die tryin’
The young crew want the stand, I don’t give two fucks, walk ‘em and do the time (Yeah, BabyDrill)

Show these young niggas how this shit really go
Show you gory, like boy, I’m a billy goat
I’m gettin’ topped in the back of the Bentley
Be turnin’ this bitch ‘cause I can’t even fit it on me (Preach)
Only layin’ up I do is fed roll
Sheesh, youngin’ out chasin’ me, Hunxho
I send the beat, know you funny, go plant though
I don’t run this shit down, I’ll punch though
I can do R&B, I’ve been locked in makin’ my artist shit (Ho’, yeah)
I done got in my bag for less than a hundred
It’s single Carter on me (Oh, yeah)
Me and this chopstick hold hands
You can get chopped down with your man
Heard it on worse shit, tryna murk shit
Spin your opp block in the back of the V

St-st-stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain (Yeah)
Stain, nigga, stain (Grrah)
Stain, nigga, stain (Yeah)
Stain, nigga, stain
Stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain (Stain)
Stain, nigga, stain

Stain, stain, stain
Stain, stain, stain
Stain, stain, stain
Stain, stain, stain

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Kman x Tman – Traitor Lyrics

Kman x Tman – Traitor ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra TobyBossEntVEVO Kman x Tman – Traitor ( Lyrics Letra )

Check out the lyrics the full song with official video to listen to, Learn to sing this song. available for all countries Song lyrics not found: Submit the lyrics of this song.In the form! letras2.com
[formidable id=4]
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Pink Floyd – Time Lyrics

Pink Floyd – Time (Animated Promo ) Letra Pink Floyd Pink Floyd – Time (Animated Promo )
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the Sun
But it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The Sun is the same, in a relative way
But you’re older
Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines (oh, oh)

Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home, cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away, across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
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Young Scooter, Future – Hard To Handle Lyrics

Young Scooter, Future – Hard To Handle ( Lyrics Lyric ) Letra YoungScooterVEVO Young Scooter, Future – Hard To Handle ( Lyrics Lyric )
[Intro: Future]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Huh, Monster
Yeah, yeah
(Krazy Mob)

[Chorus: Future]
You in gang territory, police carryin’ through grievances
Told my homie he’d never seen this shit, but he want all of it, woah
Out the trenches, bitches know I get flyer than a parachute
Told that bitch I hit up, I don’t even talk for a pair of shoes
I’ma flex with the ones that’ll bring Hell through
Pour a four-in-a-sixteen, I’m a regular stand-up
I throw on seven tennis bracelets just to go gamble
I’m a real street nigga, therеfore I’m hard to handle
[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
A mill cash in all twentiеs, shit look real sloppy
Introduce the world to juggin’, let these rappers copy
…
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Hozier – Who We Are Lyrics

Hozier – Who We Are ( Lyrics ) Letra HozierVEVO Hozier – Who We Are ( Lyrics )

You only feel it when it’s lost
Getting through still has a cost
Quietly, it slips through your fingers, love
Falling from you drop by drop

What I had left here
I just held it tight
So someone with your eyes
Might come in time
To hold me like water
Or Christ, hold me like a knife

We’re born at night
So much of our life
Is just carving through the dark
To get so far,
And the hardest part
Is who we are
It’s who we are

You and I burned out our steam
Chasing someone else’s dream How can something be so much heavier But so much less than what it seems?
Darling, we sacrificed
We gave our time to something undefined This phantom life sharpens like an image
But it sharpens like a knife

We’re born at night
So much of our life
Is just carving through the dark
To get so far,
And the hardest part
Is who we are
It’s who we are

You only feel it when it’s lost
Getting through still has its cost
Quietly, it slips through your fingers love
Falling from you drop by drop

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Russ – Smooth Lyrics

Russ – Smooth ( Lyrics ) Letra Russ Russ – Smooth ( Lyrics Letra)
Ooh, I’m connected to the truth
Everything is going real smooth
Ooh, I don’t know about you
But for me, everything is real smooth

Yeah, I speak the language
Smooth talking (Smooth talking)
Yeah, I speak the language
Smooth talking (Smooth talking)

Yeah, what’s a hater? I haven’t met one
I just beat the game, you think the refs won
I’m tryna fuck a model so I text one, this life is a blessed one
Gave the world a lot, so now it’s my turn to get some
Next month, shows lined up, gonna gross Ms
Didn’t hire randoms, I gave jobs to my close friends
We in Paris like we spoke French
My parents got no rent, son is doing well, life is smooth

Ooh, I’m connected to the truth
Everything is going real smooth
Ooh, I don’t know about you
But for me, everything is real smooth

Yeah, I speak the language
Smooth talking (Smooth talking)
Yeah, I speak the language
Smooth talking (Smooth talking)

Yeah, I sold my textbooks, now it’s closed deals and open check books
Millions on my plate I’m the best cook
I whipped ‘em up myself now Russ is ballin’ like he’s Westbrook
I drew out my dreams, those weren’t journals, those were sketchbooks
The seeds were planted deeply, the universe believed me
Now me and my mom are sipping wine in Santorini
Man, I used to walk in dealerships, they’d act like they can’t see me
They were on that bull, now they gift me Lamborghinis, life is breezy
I’m just cruisin’, even Kylie knows my tracks
Gianna wants a Range, just laid out ninety grand in cash
I’m getting plaques, that shit nothing, I can do it again
And again and again, and again and again, life is smooth

Ooh, I’m connected to the truth
So everything is going real smooth
Ooh, I don’t know about you
But for me, everything is real smooth

Yeah, I speak the language
Smooth talking (Smooth talking)
Yeah, I speak the language
Smooth talking (Smooth talking)
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Quavo – Turn Yo Clic Up feat. Future Lyrics

Quavo – Turn Yo Clic Up feat. Future ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Quavo Huncho Quavo – Turn Yo Clic Up feat. Future ( Lyrics Lyrics)
I love you atake

He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea)
I can not speak, we keepin’ it street (we keepin’ it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon’ get beat (you still gon’ get beat)
How much it cost, it never been cheap (it never been)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (go)

Yeah, my dawg get low on his pockets, I’m pickin’ em’ up (soo)
We came from the bottom together, my nigga, we get it, we splittin’ it up
Yeah, my bitch tell me: Pay for the pussy
I take her ass shoppin’ and tell her: Shut up (ssh)
Standin’ on business
Standin’ on bitches ain’t nothin’ to part that shit up (swoo)
It ain’t nothin’ to turn a bitch up
It ain’t nothin’ to turn your clique up (ain’t nothin’)
Shit, we turned the jeweler up, just look at the diamonds, we bust (yeah)
Look at the people we touched, shit, I’m feelin’ like puffy and ross (yeah)
I’m sendin’ this shit like a toilet, lil nigga, so nasty, I never been flushed (ugh, nasty, go)
Bulletproof brabusit came with a kit on it (kit, skrr, skrr)
The switch it too light, it kick, it got spit on it (kick, frr, grrah, frr)
Hundreds of bands, I put that lil’ shit on ‘em (shit, hee, ooh, hee)
Dope in my hand, I had to go flip somethin’ (flip it, flip, go, it’s gone)

He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea)
I can not speak, we keepin’ it street (we keepin’ it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon’ get beat (you still gon’ get beat)
How much it cost, it never been cheap (it never been)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)

Big dawg status, bill hopper
I ball in his mall for my brothers
Goyard bag, tote the corduroy
I got it out the field, fuck russell
Goin’ as laurie, I bought the patek, been goin’ as jordan as des’
Phillipe water, tryna drown a bitch, it’s a happy trigger on a bitch
Shit, I’m thinkin’ I could’ve been a pimp
Shit, I’m cookin’ up dope like a dealer
Shit, I come from zone 6 these niggas trippin’
Shit, I’m floatin’, I’m higher than a blimp
Shit, it look like I swimmin’ the glass
Shit, I turn up my bitch, ‘cause she bad
Shit, I’m makin’ her ex nigga mad
Shit, they go for the bag I’ma smash
Real nigga let her securin’ the bag
Pipin’ the bitch and then act like I care
Turn up with shooters with switches go bad
Stay with some scammers, my dawg movin’ packs
Trappin’, no rapping, my dawg, he fall off, no cap, I’m buyin’ him a brick
Fuck on your bitch then I told her to call off, actually, I’m makin’ her quit
Painkiller, got my lil’ demons on go, they ready, hit with the stick
Painkillers, got my lil’ bitch on go, she ready to eat up the dick
My main hitters, call up the gang members, they was already on a lick
Hangin’ with migos, all these drugs and guns, think we mexican
Freeband

He want the scoop, she want the tea (she want the tea)
I can not speak, we keepin’ it street (we keepin’ it street)
I took a loss, but you still gon’ get beat (you still gon’ get beat)
How much it cost, it never been cheap (it never been)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
Turn your clique up dawg (turn ‘em up)
Turn your bitch up dawg (turn her up)
Tying these streets, can’t cross it (cross ‘em up)
All these streets need bosses (boss ‘em up)
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Big Yavo – 30 Bars Lyrics

Big Yavo – 30 Bars ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Big Yavo Big Yavo – 30 Bars ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Let’s go, It’s easy to hop on beat and just go crazy
That war on rocking it’s waving no shopping at savers
I get like Curry show please don’t play or I’mma Klay ya
I pocket chunk here Slim like Shady
Hey, I pick the pack up a hop on the slap, turn on ways
I’m talking Johnny but free all the guys that’s in cages
I know how to make munyan a whole lot of ways
Yeah how you get all of that munyan in the whole

Nigga make one play just like a goalie
We all in the backstreet cuz this right here a stolen
Uncle Elroy ass take him for his Rollie
Aye I’m from the bottom, the top where I’m gone
Aye I had to put down the green
Cuz that shit have you snoring
Throwing up purple got blue in my garment
He don’t want his hoe to come watch my performance
Cause nine times out at 10 she gon leave the club and join us

Ain’t talking Barry cuz these niggas informants
I was getting money while you was watching Barney
She said I’m soft cause I’m rocking this morning
Not no more, I’m hard, I’m horny (Let’s go)

Sip that humid then put on a show
Nigga play I’mma go do a joss
Why you laughing I didn’t crack a joke
No more Hollister baby this a Dior coat

I like how she gag and she choke
Make her laugh and get in her draws
Drac make him run faster than Usain Bolt
No days it be double G loafs
Speaking loaf, I get to the bread
I show her these racks
She gon give me head
Everyday it be somebody dead
I wake up and thank God it’s not me
Thick ass horse she ride me like a jockey
Balboa bitch my jewelry rocky
Keep a stick you would think I play hockey
Nigga play set it off like I’m Laytefa

Aye I pour up this tres and roll reefa
Trap good think I might need a goal deeper
Bruh a bitch, what the fuck he told people?
I’m the one like I throw the ball for the eagles
You can think different but I know I’m having money
You got some player coming like you take something from me
No nigga put me on front do I look like a onesie?
I’m the shit just accept it you can’t flex or plunge me

If you start winning then we just gon jump in
I ain’t talking Johnson, my Carters bumpy
Aye I talk this shit like bumbee
Can’t trust a nigga far as you can see
ABC no liquor wonk that’s my beverage
Bring me the shit and I bet I can sell it
Throw me in the jungle and come out with (What?)
I might come out with a baddest beheaded

Bitch I’m a AK none containing me
BA get fly as a air plane seat
Aye I’m rocking PJs on a Pj
Just did a show count the racks on the freeway
Got some boys in the block like days
Still will serve you like Dray
Always got deals like eBay
Shawty go up and down like see-saw
Wide body got a horse say yeehaw
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Quavo – Wall to Wall Lyrics

Quavo – Wall to Wall ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Quavo Huncho Quavo – Wall to Wall ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Intro
Welcome to club Rocket Power
Where every night is baked potato loaded
This shit wall to wall, man
And every bitch in here
Oh yeah, she can be bought
Cash

Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Woo)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Go, know what I’m sayin’?)
Verse 1
Fuckin’ this bitch in this bitch, wall to wall (Wall)
Bitches keep lookin’, she finna get bought
Hoardin’ these racks, gotta get this shit off (Racks)
Pop me a pill, tryna shake this shit off (Pop it)
Big Super Bowl, better catch the kickoff (Woo)
Tore her jaw off when she sucked thе dick off (Grr)
Ooh, when I catch ‘em, I bet I gеt off
I do it big, do this shit for Takeoff (Take’)
Dance on my wrist, you can keep the TikTok (Dance)
Hit me a lick, when I drop, bet I pop (Pop)
Hustlin’ bitch, bet I keep me a job (Hustle)
Baked potato and it’s loaded with dogs (Geeked)
Bulletproof kit with the TV and all (Grrt)
Swear I’m not jackin’ these niggas at all (Swear)
I’m on a yacht, it’s just me and some broads (Yacht)
How the fuck you think a nigga get robbed? (Huh?)
Swear to God, nigga, I’m keepin’ my card
Ain’t nothin’ sweet and ain’t tryin’ to be hard
I packed out the session, I swear, you should’ve saw (Swear)
Put on my boots, like I’m steppin’ in yards (Uh)
This a new watch, it’s the plain Richard (Ah)
Rocks on my ear, baby, goin’ retarded (Rocks)
Fuck on a bitch, nigga, no remorse (God)
Lil’ baby need a voice
Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, go, ooh)

Post-Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch she can be bought (Woo, woo, woo)
Wall to wall

Verse 2
My niggas in this bitch, it’s wall to wall and I can’t even breathe (Uh)
You know this offense, baby, you can’t have no D when you playin’ with me (Quit playin’)
Boy, get your bitch, ‘cause she ended up puttin’ on me, that’s her fantasy (Woo)
Walk in this bitch, get to talkin’ that shit, when I get out the state, they be payin’ me (Yeah)
Wall to wall, this shit thick, can’t post no pic’, ‘cause the shit too lit (I’m tellin’ you)
Shorty just stood on the table, just broke that shit, that bitch too thick (Know what I’m sayin’?)
Finally rich with the gang, not from New York, we was servin’ them Knicks (On God)
Come to my city, we geeked off a Percocet and a G6 (Woo)

Chorus
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Wall to wall, bitch can be bought)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, wall to wall)
Wall to wall, this lil’ bitch, she can be bought (Ooh, go, ooh)
Outro
And when you leave this club Rocket Power
Make sure you come back now
Wipe off all your sweat
And make sure you got that check
Long live the Rocket, baby
To infinity
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