Roc Marciano

Paradise For Pimps
Blowing exotics, low in the cottage Close define flow some latin Cook product over stove pilots Robotic, smoke's opening up wallets Connect solid, PR PS's knotted Treat flesh like cheddar for omlette Dealfish promise heafer's a dishonest Weapons a polish my nemesis plot is Paradise for pimps woulda write this dense Pop vike in the zen like vitamins Move word fly it in get fly again Fryer the M which is bent like a tire rim This are the chronicles of dealers The rhymes is not tolerable for hearing Can't get that bla bla by my earring That shit you poppin' get you shot by the earring Tryin' to show you motherfucker rear in It's synthetic I'm the real thing It's nothing authentic about them The sound niggers is out mimicking is ours We miss showers, work rigorous hours Earn six figures just spitting on albums Been in battle, niggas is gaffed Women harass who to live in the castle Individuals with little will grab instead of asking Will catch 20 in the cash shoot Letras de canciones [Hook] I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy I still take this forward Paying 10 stacks on a hit forward Nigga I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm more fly I still mack goes with it Gold wrist wear with the stones in it Feel it, nigga But tense decide us, stakes getting raised higher My spray is so great under fire Display the iron this is how the pros do it When the occasion we'll show em I rose to it They want war not appose to it I pop holes in your old buick , it's no music I'll actually really go and do it I spent 20 on a rose gold cuban Hiding the keys, low body ave to the fees They tryin' to duplicate my shape like a baby name Shave weight on plate blades great her mays waste I'm just trying to earn a day's pay Poetic track records is athletic Dealing bars like calisthenics hail the chemist I just come and put down the lyrics That's just how we handle our business [Hook] I know feel me, 'cause I'm filthy You still take this forward Paying 10 stacks on the hit forward Nigga I know you want mine's ,'cause I'm all fly I still mack goes with it Gold wrist wear with the stones in it Feel it, nigga From Letras Mania