Sheek Louch - Mr. Rogers lyrics
rate meSheek, Sheek Louch
there it goes
I know you oversees get your money on loud
but I got this son
is the rock, bring that
Tending the game I'm so out your lane
I save cash money like I'm trump be wane
hand on my glock murder on my brain
all face is numb like I just sniff can't
extra clip on em pull up in the hood
brought the extra whip on em
I don't even like to want em
I'm fly like that shades on
you don't even see my eyes is like that
suck dick and if you a rat
I jump out the white and poll that family dollar
buck up the pirates pots than the holla
I see it when I'm done and when I finish my run
only person I call every say it's my son
done done,rose in the fight nothing too fancy
just the all white night
lights on three chicks in the dipe
later fuck back and let em rock my mike
all fight in your worst nightmare
y'all should be happy for the rocks all care
I send em to the mall, put em in the trunk fee
curiosity the way these boys rapping is atrocity
I'll be laughing like ten animosity
it's okay will block it back for it
JFk what up