Sir Michael Rocks
Sir Michael Rocks - Cell Dope songtekst
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[Hook:] Pocket full of dollas and like three or four cell phones We get to it or we get going A real villain rock gold to the elbows Got my momma thinking that I sell dope Old white folks thinking that I sell dope Got my momma thinking that I sell dope [Verse 1:] The most ravishing the crown ruler phenomenal The swiss alps on the ring near abomonibal snowman Pulling bags out of the coke can Play your role or get cut out of the program My time is money, my minutes is pricey Don't talk me to death man I'm saying it nicely Trunk sound like kimbo so however you slice it I'm the nicest, got my license revoked Different cell phones I got all types of them hoes Iphone for the business I'm drinking with bitches Left her man crib with a sink full of dishes My bank roll got em all suspicious Wanna investigate got the recipe to get the cake Then I invested in a better way But a rumor he got a little dough Drinking a little more but we spill most [Hook] [Verse 2:] We hold money [?] Only rollie on the wrist Every year my niggas netting ain't no goalie in this bitch I'm on a roll you're on the bench Stripper pole in the garage Couple different hoes that we met at the mirage They was buggin, chicken headed bitches Wouldn't pluck em with another man hand with a glove on or nothing Nada because rata tata if you gotta I rather rock nautica than prada Bald man lobster fresh out of the water Twisting up grass that's greener than the iguana Picking up the glass from the range that I crashed Coulda been bad Hopped out, not even a scratch Corey said pull the drops out 97 blue Carrera with the top down I'm the one that you should watch now [Hook]