Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano - Doesn't Last songtekst
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[Verse 1] Money come, money go, black Monte Carlo Niggas set the bar low With the tech nine and the set cargo Slow the cargo, it's escargot What's touring? Never let your car show Hold the Roscoe Niggas told the cops, now the spot's blown (we out) Bobby Reeves with the costume Send shots at your top phone We tycoons, my nigga, we are not coons, not cool Thousand dollar croc shoes Sliding in ?em, you living like a yaku I'm out in Yemen, we nibblin' on dry food Crab rappers don't wanna frack us My back is like B. A. Baracus Smash ratchets till the shaft of my penis is flaccid This is classic, I'm thinking past G wagons Main dragon, super cat cabber stabbin' That's what's happening Jacket made of caf skin The light that I'm basking in, remember shit in on And you don't quit [Hook] It don't last, baby It never did, it never have, baby [Verse 2] Your raps small change, coin of phrase The Ralph Lauren shit I'm sporting, this is all your base Your whole coil like a snakeskin It's like Watergate skipped the court date just to fornicate Warpaint face, your mixtapes done in poor taste I'm watching horses race, court made With the quarter to eight Slipped your whore the bait My shit is more than great, what I orchestrate I just want my niggas to all be straight Cause where I often lay it ain't coffee cake Used to book niggas for change of leathers Cook ?caine, now I wrap the wood-grain in the seven The game is a lesson My breath ain't got knocked for possession after I was stressin' Move with discreteness Peace to Mexican niggas that carry weapons Big butt bitches in leggings and 54-112s Smith or Wesson's, I capture the best essence Thirsty heffers ass pass the refreshments A fresh prince Wipe the hammer down, I think I left prints Nigga