| Yeah, I work hard on my job, talk shit, go shoppin', strike a pole
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| Say chee, big cheese in my pocket
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| I’mma make sure we stay drippin', like the faucet
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| Running on fume, but I’mma make it to my castle
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| Where are all my niggas who don’t get no sleep
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| Who livelihood depend on how they hustle
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| I got a million thoughts of from the weed
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| I gotta concentrate, so I can bubble
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| Hoody with some leggings, some Jordans and perfume
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| Alleviate the stress, she come over to get me through it
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| Came out the mob, crawled through sewage
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| Now shit stickin' like I’d englued it
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| Brand-Newbian, told me don’t let it go to my head
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| Perfected the hustle instead
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| Let the last bitch go, because my grind is better
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| My time is cheddar, young cash marcellus
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| Thank you for rockin' with me
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| Thank you for holdin' on when the times got tough and I needed you
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| These people all together
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| Lord I’mma be alright, now that I can lose
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| Prayers and thanks for better days
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| All of my family stuck in that cage
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| I been comin' wit it, why would it change?
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| Why they hate switchin' lanes?
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| Yeah, switchin' lanes, switchin' chains
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| Ice flooded and my crew look the same
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| Can you stand the rain, drippin' in my new Edition
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| Doin' anything they claim
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| Look, keep the moves up under wraps
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| It be Christmas, when I show up and I’m comin' back
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| Definitely no cab, truth and she know that
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| Present, not a throw-back
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| Prayin' that my partners don’t end up in institutions
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| Prayin' on my problems got actions, not a solution
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| Thankful, I really made it in music
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| Thankful, there’s so much more I can do with it
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| Can’t lose, if we on the same page
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| Pushin' stack of money for that cushion, so we good later
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| Tryna right my wrong, stay in good favor
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| Tryna be greater, this is my prayer
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| Thank you for rockin' with me
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| Thank you for holdin' on when the times got tough and I needed you
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| These people all together
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| Lord I’mma be alright, now that I can lose
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| Prayers and thanks for better days
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| All of my family stuck in that cage
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| I been comin' wit it, why would it change?
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| Why they hate switchin' lanes? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rockin Wit Me, artist - Clyde Carson. Album song Late Night Money High, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп