Roc Marciano - Sincerely Antique lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
Throw the rice, throw the rice
Hand me envelopes and money, man!
Tap the glass,
Break the glass with your foot shit!
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Long shoes-man, long foreskin
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Bam-bam price in Reno,
Queens, New York, yo!
Come to the crib with the whore
Make sure she’s touching the… on the door
Damn, she’s a keeper!
Golden rifer, tighter than a beaver
Four straps catch and pose like a receiver
My people’s in a …
Hold the …
Fetch the paper like a gold retriever!
Old homos that will hold the heater
Dropping albums like a vomit teacher
While the drugs burn slow, alcohol’s in the oven
My silhouette is fucking stunning
I’m never crying from an onion!
I’m eating fegie now in London
Trying to get that presidential funding
African mud exfoliate the skin
Like she ain’t got the way, I stay around the rim
Kamikazi shit, origami flip
Bitch popping a lipping and then I’m chopping off for tit
Yeah, hey yo, yo!
Black five-fifties at the wine tasting
Bitches bath in the basin
Send ‘em my regards like a bullet from my enemies
Sip .. we collect the shell cases
Case and point and…
Steady aim like an archer
You see this fine art preventing my departure
Two songs pointed and believes
Bikini models, photo shoots over seas,
Sip Belinies, real chilly and… before the…
Black divorces, four door Porsches,
Human throws more moisture than most of nights
Buy things, you blow as watchmen
Essentially no diamonds at all price
.. for my lady friends
Eighteen for the shots,
Hundred shot clips on the cliff for my bitch
See the solar eclipse!
Eclectic, ecstatic, disposable,
Money split is sporadic.
Esteem, self-esteem, twelve hundred for the jacket
I blow it out this morning.
Cold money seek, more like the schoolboy!
Convert convertible tops, fold them like a ball game
Sip the champ on
Ball game!
Game nigga! Word up!
Fat ladies singing, niggas
Like I was saying no,
You know what I mean?
My niggas already know
These are moments, nigga, yeah!
Loss, uh!
Egyptian mask, bitches blush, I fit this tux
The denim just tuck
Down the cuff link, afraid to cut
Girls crush, my …
I’m doing the clutch, mixing name with the crash
The F6 with the beamer truck
I’m deep in the cut
Smoked the tree, more of Puerto Ricans is fuck
My shit come with the gentlemen’s kit, join the fellowship
You catch me hoping at that limo with your yellow bitch.
You spit out the pedals, broken up pedals
.. get a clicking like stilettos…
Testosterone, my flesh got the copper tone
Quit with the gem start chop a stone
Blocks of ice kept the vodka cold
My path is slow, … a couple shots from out the fox hole
Catch you like sunny when you stop with the tone
Set a goal on my caliber, only momma knows
… never promise hoes, pay homage to those!
I’m promised to the… sip muscatos
Picassos, twelve shoes digging your knee like a taco
He’s… go spit hard when the blood got slow
Drop my … sly hoes like Nelly Furtado
Hit the high note, Roca fly cold..
[Outro:]
You gotta let me run free, baby
I got to leave you, baby
I got to get my head, I got to go!
I got to go, baby, uh!
