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 |