Roc Marciano - Stop Me lyrics

rate me

Stop me baby, that logo raw,

Stop me baby, that logo raw

Straight like that, play the bat, fade to black

The game lay flat, pull a lame name out the hat

Take em off the map, eat his food and get fat

Fuck a buck 50, give him a 3.60, erase his history

I’m hard like a taste of whiskey, move like a gipsy

In a blue king vivid, pull out the dub hippy

You too iffy, I’m sickness skippy, I’m sticky

Choose bitch too picky

Keep it sour, respect the shooter, inside your head it’s your register sooner

Maneuver, it might turn up to be a tumor, the radiation came from the computer

Gun in the case, replace the toolbox,

The hook realer consumer like toner

10 chucks, the cold got me held up in the cobra clutch

It’s tough, ivish to trust, Egyptian mush, shoot outs and dusk

Winds gust with thrust, knock your bitch I’m a cluts, sorry

Armani tux, mami rock the body glove

I snuck the shottie in the club, but it’s all love

Stop me baby, that logo raw,

Stop me baby, that logo raw

Knock your fucking head off nigga, let’s get em

Stand in the halls with the fiends

Serving saltine bling queen Philippine

These are morphine dreams, and the flat screen machines

No books, just magazines

Lights, cameras, nights at the copa cabana

I’m no obama, my name’s on the banner, bitch

For how I use grammar, the cayenne come with the scrambler

The lame niggas gave the game cancer

Carver till my face album on my pogo

With 2 bad hoes can ...beat the pussy brutal

Kick the poodle, body like a fitness guru

She kiss the rang feel the king approval

Ah, tracking vocals that’s a black opal

Million dollar gun twist noodles

The disposal, gold revolver, code of honor, bad karm

Still cops playing in Santa Barbra

Bare handed, we’ll pull them all in out the harbor

Did it in ...my bitch do what I taught her, breathe underwater

The key order rock 3 quarter, a good pimp should never have to lay a finger on her

Stop me baby, that logo raw,

Stop me baby, that logo raw.