Roscoe Dash

Roscoe Dash - The Recipe Freestyle lyrics

rate me

Niggas thinking they could see me

I don’t give a fuck

Bout none of that shit them niggas dumb shit

Smoke one, double woo, double ed, motherfucker roll that, blunt

If she got a fat ass I’am take her to my house

And I’ma fuck

Do it one time baby that was fun

But that’s enough, after that, I’ma pass it up

Give it to the homie like that’s wassup

I’ve been sipping that potion …

One hell of a roller coaster, pose for the poster

Host for the toaster, posted know I’m getting closer and closer

To making that doctor dre bread

Niggas say fuck what they say

I’ma break arms and I’ma break legs

When you see me nigga you better fake dead

I’m mad dog in my sleep,

Nigga you feeling froggy then leave

But really you soft nigga you sweet

I just call it like I see

Motherfucker it’s wy, one and only

No phoneys, only homies, little niggas og’s

In the hood and we do it so good,

And we look so good when we doing it don’t we

Niggas got me fucked up, niggas know I be fucked up

Niggas won’t shut the fuck up

Don’t say shit when you get fucked up

I grew up in the land of the kush lee

West coast, only home of the real g

I’m talking real groupies, real weed

Real Gucci, those real g’s

But I was born in the city of philly

A lot of my niggas is silly

But all my niggas is killas

A lot of y’all niggas don’t feel me

I’m smoking on this kill bill

I got a whole fill of that real deal

I pop up when a bitch… go and pop one of these chill pills

Real niggas, real bitches, real numbers, real digits

Real money, real figures, real girls got real triggers

So wake up or get slept on

Better watch your step or stepped on

I’m …long, but I never leave out of my house without my teks on

So it’s a beautiful day I guess,

…she likes me for … I guess

Ak’s, 12 gauges, glock 9’s, bullet proof vest

Semis and berretas, I keep that

Semis and berettas, all about that chatter

I get that, nigga that’s whatever

Pockets full of paper, I need that

I’m ready for whatever

Semis and berettas, just fly but I never leave out my house

Without my, my, my, my.

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