YUKMOUTH - Rolex Rulez lyrics
rate meYes, yes, yes, uh!<br>Balla shit, nigga<br>Timer shit nigga<br>(regime shit baby)<br>Flossy shit, boi!<br>(smoke-a-lot, smoke-a-lot)<br>Rolex rulez<br>Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an baggets an shit.<br>Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga<br>Uh.<br><br>Verse 1<br><br>I started off wit heata shit<br>Carry a nine millameter shit<br>Rolex on my wrist<br>Never fuckin wit geneve shit<br>(playboy what's geneve shit? )<br>Somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit<br>Tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit<br>Look juss like a rollie, but it really ain't rollie<br>What the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake rollie<br>I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make rollie<br>The motra fake rollie's, yo time an date gone break rollie<br>The type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take rollie<br>Go out on a date, start makin bitches hate rollie<br>Now pump yo brakes homie<br>Only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant<br>Rolex wear outside<br>Stayin alive like wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut<br>Wise steps, hands carrassin my tech<br>Rolex under my sleve nigga<br>To each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka<br>I read niggas<br>Look in my eyes an die slowly<br>Meet my four-five<br>Niggas done died fo a rollie<br>I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely<br>They died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie<br>My four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies<br>If I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me<br>Die fo me<br>Eye fo an eye homie<br>That's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my rollie nigga<br>Rolex rulez.<br><br>Chorus *(phats bossalini)* 2x<br><br>Well an nigga wit the rolex on<br>You best believe he packin stretch armstrong<br>Some kinda gat or thang on him<br>Hit you bullet rain storms<br>When you got the rolex watch, piece an chain on<br>Listen.<br><br>Verse 2<br><br>To all my real playas<br>Throw yo rollie's in the sky<br>Wave 'em side to side<br>Then keep yo four-five caulked to ride<br>So many mutha fuckas done died<br>Tryin to steal a rolex watch<br>Especially tryin to steal mines<br>I remember the day I bought my first watch<br>The turfs hot<br>Slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop<br>Raise niggas off the block who turf hop<br>Juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first<br>Spot<br>I'm wet<br>Cash the check, grab the tech an jet<br>10 g's in my pocket headed straight to spence<br>I want my shit all baggets<br>But it cost too much<br>Had to fuck wit somethin less<br>Ain't tryin to floss too much<br>A straight gold presidential<br>No diamonds down the wrist<br>Princess cabezel<br>You know<br>That's small timer shit<br>But fuck that!<br>I got the rolex, chain an ring that match<br>Stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit back<br>Exchange? yes!<br>Give up the chain an gain a rolex<br>Drop some g's<br>It's juss like property so invest<br>An if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress<br>Pawn yo shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less<br>That's big timer shit<br>White colla shit, so I jet<br>I see some niggas casin the set<br>Hangin out by my lex<br>I grab the mutha fuckin tech 9<br>The first time, I get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine<br>Rolex rulez!<br><br>*(chorus)* 2x<br><br>Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh.<br>Smoke-a-lot up in this bitch.<br>Regime shit, uh.<br>Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve.<br>Haha. cuz niggas tryin to get us.<br>But I keep big heats, nigga. uh.<br>How many holes you want in yo ass? <br>Blow-blow!<br>1, 2, or 3? nigga what? <br>Blow-blow!<br>Back the fuck up nigga. we do our thang, rolex rulez.<br>I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna<br>Or you will get flatlined.<br>Done deal.
