Sir Michael Rocks - Cell Dope lyrics

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Pocket full of dollars and 3 or 4 cellphones

We get 2 of them we get gone

A real villain rock o to the elbows

And my mama thinking that I sell dope, dope

Go, go, go, go

All white folks thinking that I sell dope, dope

Go, go, go, go

Now my mama thinking that I sell dope

The most ravishing, the crown ruler phenomenal

The swiss alps on the reign the abominable snowman

Pulling bags out of the coke can, play your role or get cut out of the program

My time is money man my minutes is pricey

Don’t talk me to death or you will see in it nicely

Trunk sound like Kimbo or however you slice it, I’m the nicest

Got my license revoked, damn

Different cell phones, I got all types on them hoes

iPhone for the bizness, I’m drinking with the bitches

Left for man crib with a sink full of dishes

My bank roll got more suspicious

Wanna investigate, got the recipe to get the cake

Then I invest it in a better way

So the rumor, he got a little dough, for real?

Drinking a little more but we spill more

Pocket full of dollars and 3 or 4 cellphones

We get 2 of them we get gone

A real villain rock o to the elbows

And my mama thinking that I sell dope, dope

Go, go, go, go

All white folks thinking that I sell dope, dope

Go, go, go, go

Now my mama thinking that I sell dope

Yeah, he hold money in his fist with only rollie on his wrist

And every year my nigger’s mad, and they no goalie on this bitch

I’m on a roll, you’re on the bench

Stripper pole in the garage

And a couple different hoes that we met at the Mirage

They was bugging Chicken headed bitches wouldn’t pluck them with another man hand with a glove or nothing

Nothing nada, because …if you gotta, I'd rather rock Nautica than Prada

Bald man water fresh out of the water, twisting off glass that’s greener than the iguana

Picking up the glass from the razor crash, could have been bad,

Hopped out, not even a scratch

Corey said pulled the drops up, 97 blue Carrera with the top down

I’m the one that you should watch now, yeah

Pocket full of dollars and 3 or 4 cellphones

We get 2 of them we get gone

A real villain rock gold the elbows

And my mama thinking that I sell dope, dope

Go, go, go, go

All white folks thinking that I sell dope, dope

Go, go, go, go

Now my mama thinking that I sell dope.

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Thanks to nakrul

Thanks to liam for correcting these lyrics