Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A-Rod , by - Cashis. Song from the album I'ma Ride, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra, X-Ray
Song language: English
A-Rod |
| Yeah, I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
| I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| (Where your hoes at?) |
| They in my motherfuckin' room with the Kodak (The Kodak) |
| Posin', chosen, sittin' like they frozen (Uh huh) |
| Pussy wide open, gonna keep it open for the squad (Woo) |
| This how we do it, bitch, we go in hard |
| Makin' money, let no motherfuckin' ho break us apart |
| If a nigga try to play me like a dummy then I spark |
| I ain’t talkin' with that reefer, nigga, talkin' 'bout that creeper, nigga |
| Talkin' 'bout that price, my nigga, pull it off my dresser, nigga |
| Twenty-five light-its on my dresser, dresser, yes, sir |
| Twenty-five niggas look like flexus, priceless (Uh huh) |
| Sittin' in my hand, I’m like Dexter, yes, sir |
| Twenty-five bitches over twenty-five |
| Suckin' on my dick and it’s over nine inches, listen |
| Everything bigger like a Texan |
| B-B-G, respect that, we only get them checks up, yes, sir |
| Bogish |
| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
| Time when the shit go down and we weigh that, we don’t count that |
| Them blues, they come around it and they take that, then they out fast |
| Onions or a steak, it’s like the outback, outback |
| But I’m never gonna move, no way, hell nah, 'cause Emilio is just 'bout cash |
| And I got a Dominican chick, she just want a visa, that immigrant shit |
| But I never be givin' her nada, I swear that I never be givin' her shit |
| But lately I’m gettin' so busy I swear that I barely be givin' her dick |
| In a minute she’s hoppin' and trippin' and I’m gettin' rid of her privileges |
| Uh, yeah, ayy, ain’t nobody fuckin' with me |
| I gotta go get me a million, if Soulja Boy did it, how tough could it be? |
| I roll with a couple of killers, a couple of bankers, a couple of freaks |
| Lookin' back on the days I was younger, awake from the hunger of nothin' to eat |
| Damn, I told my mother I ain’t never goin' broke again |
| These bitches open now, they soakin' they fallopeans |
| These motherfuckers playin' games with the hopes they win |
| Huh, who let these motherfuckers in? |
| I’m sayin' |
| I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
| Drop a rack on her fuckin' head |
| A rack (Rack, rack), just drop a rack on her fuckin' head |
| Count it out and all hundreds on her fuckin' head |
| Drop a rack on the floor, watch her fuckin' dance |
| Woo, drop a rack on her fuckin' head |
| A rack (Rack, rack), just drop a rack on her fuckin' head |
| Drop it out and all hundreds on her fuckin' head |
| Drop a rack on the floor, watch her fuckin' dance |
| Woo, the bread circulatin' like ceilin' fans |
| We toastin' for the fact that we ain’t gotta kill again |
| How I’m actin', smackin' niggas with Benjamins |
| Overreactin' with Jacksons, whack 'em and kill again |
| Fuck the pen, I don’t even pen my lyrics, friend |
| I do this shit once again, from begin to end |
| We paper chasin', fuckin' hoes, we freaks like Damascus |
| Designer hoes doin' grimy shit in fancy places |
| Pimpin', I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |
| Woo, I’m in the city, where your hoes at? |
| They be ridin' with the squad and you know that |
| We go hard, I’m in charge, nigga, throwback |
| A hundred large at them broads, nigga, show that |