| I’m in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts
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| Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch
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| Come on nigga, is you trickin' or what?
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| Flow tighter than a dick in the butt
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| Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv'
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| Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo
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| White girls tell me, «Hey Nicki, your camp rules
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| Is that why you get more head than shampoos?»
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| Asalamalakum, no oink for me
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| And I never let a D-boy boink for free
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| 'Cause it’s Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave
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| I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase
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| You couldn’t beat me there if you had a Leer
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| Indian style court side with a cavalier
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| VIP RosÃ(c)s you can have a beer
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| 'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don’t have a care
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| Now r-roger that, r-roger that
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| R-roger that, r-roger that
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| R-roger that, r-roger that
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| R-roger
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| Young black Rico’s kill for the C-notes
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| But me though, I’m Jack son bitch Tito
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| She wanna play games but this is not bingo
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| Monopoly, I’m past go, go ahead and deep throat
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| 4-chick foursomes, skin colors mocha
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| Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem
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| Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin'
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| Now open like you yawnin', it’s 6 in the mornin'
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| Sleepin' on me probably in a coffin
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| I’m hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I’m awesome
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| I’m awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles
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| M-mothers, Tyga’s no dad but I’m the motherfucker
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| Motherfuckers, this the last supper
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| Look, no hands, I’m a bread cuffer
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| I don’t dare love her, I’m a dare devil
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| I don’t fear nothin', motherfucker, Young Money
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| Now roger that, roger that
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| R-roger that, roger that
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| Fuck around and never get roger back
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| (I'm goin' in)
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| Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
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| The blunt still wet so pass it like bread
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| We sip side a mug, we call it upset
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| Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death
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| I’m a beast, you a pet
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| AK long neck, key sweat
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| Weezy, motherfucker, capo in this bitch with me
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| Money talks and have a convo' in this bitch with me
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| I’m mountain high, Colorado in this bitch with me
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| Flow crazy, 730, you just 650
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| 20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off
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| Laughin' to the bank, I’m a goof ball
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| It’s Y.M. |
| and we at yo' neck like a violin
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| It’s our world, we make it spin and y’all the prey, amen
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| Now roger that, roger that
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| Where Roger at? |
| I heard Rog' a Rat
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| F-fuck around and never get Roger back |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roger That, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Gone Till November, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп