Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rockabye Baby, artist - Curren$y. Date of issue: 01.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rockabye Baby |
| This that, brick cellphone tracksuit shelltoes |
| Rolling up my sleeve show em' how time froze |
| Cocaine 80's, roofless Mercedes |
| It get ruthless & gruesome you refuse to pay me |
| We in it for the loot everyday thinking of different ways |
| To eliminate them other factions in the way |
| All about that increase pedal like a ten speed |
| Competitions are labeled deceased upon arrival |
| Love it of leave it, you can’t act the door you don’t need it |
| Them bundles like a blessing and i’m blessed to receive it |
| Block bleedin', eh i’m high like the b-ball court i’m always jumping |
| Got green in that Fed-Ex box like 94' |
| Got zips, got halves, wholes, ordering nine more |
| JLR gettin' ends until the end |
| This for my Jeeps, Bentley trucks, Range Rovers, & the Benz |
| Metal Gear Solid rifles, Don Logan dashboard bibles |
| Smelling like a pound when I walk by ya |
| They claim not to like us |
| Looking for my lighter trying to ignite the fire |
| Exotic driver, quality pot buyer |
| Provider of fine rhymes |
| Come into the cockpit mama & meet the pilot |
| Getting higher as my dough risin' |
| Got the helicopter candy like my lowrider |