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Roger That

I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts

Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch

Come on nigga, is you trickin' or what?

Flow tighter than a dick in the buttJust hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv'

Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo

White girls tell me, "Hey Nicki, your camp rules

Is that why you get more head than shampoos?"Asalamalakum, no oink for me

And I never let a D-boy boink for free

'Cause it's Barbie, bitch, you can join the wave

I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phraseYou couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer

Indian style court side with a cavalier

VIP Ross you can have a beer

'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don't have a careNow r-roger that, r-roger that

R-roger that, r-roger that

R-roger that, r-roger that

R-rogerYoung black Rico's kill for the C-notes

But me though, I'm Jack son bitch Tito

She wanna play games but this is not bingo

Monopoly, I'm past go, go ahead and deep throat4-chick foursomes, skin colors mocha

Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem

Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin'

Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin'Sleepin' on me probably in a coffin

I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August, I'm awesome

I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles

M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfuckerMotherfuckers, this the last supper

Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer

I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil

I don't fear nothin', motherfucker, Young MoneyNow roger that, roger that

R-roger that, roger that

Fuck around and never get roger back(I'm goin' in)

Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette

The blunt still wet so pass it like bread

We sip side a mug, we call it upset

Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden deathI'm a beast, you a pet

AK long neck, key sweat

Weezy, motherfucker, capo in this bitch with me

Money talks and have a convo' in this bitch with meI'm mountain high, Colorado in this bitch with me

Flow crazy, 730, you just 650

20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off

Laughin' to the bank, I'm a goof ballIt's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin

It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amenNow roger that, roger that

Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat

F-fuck around and never get Roger back

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