Rock With You lyrics

by

Dolapo


[Intro]
Talk to the gyaldem
ILL BLU
This lady had the maddest (The maddest)
Changed me from a gyalis
I used to beat gyal with nail varnish
Then vanish (Then vanish)
What happened? (What happened?)
I'm no longer that savage

[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause baby now I rocks with you
Look what I gots for you
Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots
If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute
Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do

[Chorus]
It's a minor, minor
They don't like me, well I don't like you neither
But I don't pree them n*ggas 'cause I like vagina
In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (Ooh)

[Verse 1]
Yeah she goes in the bank (Ooh, ooh)
Got a lot of O's in the bank (Ooh, ooh)
n*ggas ain't stackin', stackin'
But they just at home, gassed and bashin' (Wait, what?)
Them High Street Kid shows were my first tour
I rid out the Benz before
f*ck what you thought
That gyal way too bad
And I heard what she said to her cousin, "How can I chase you?"
I'm just way too stubborn now
Man, these hoes really push my buttons
And that's why I beat and leave
But now I got me a gyal I can keep
Ayy sugar, it's just you and me
You know my lady is the beauty of the beast
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause baby now I rocks with you
Look what I gots for you
Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots
If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute
Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do

[Chorus]
It's a minor, minor
They don't like me, well I don't like you neither
But I don't pree them n*ggas 'cause I like vagina
In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
Man I, order the booty
f*ck up the coochie
Baby gyal ripped off my Gucci
She let me raas with honour
But she heard I'm the guy that sang "Do What I Wanna"
Man, she was moving anti
And I was nonstop, ring up my hands-free
Yes, I finger it gladly
Bro wouldn't let me take a wing if he knew where my hand's been (Heh-heh-heh-heh)
This ain't the usual
Normally, I raas so many girls, I just lose them all
But now I'm doin' loyal, treat her like she's royal
My sugar gets spoilt
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause baby now I rocks with you
Look what I gots for you
Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots
If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute
Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do

[Chorus]
It's a minor, minor
They don't like me, well I don't like you neither
But I don't pree them n*ggas 'cause I like vagina
In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (Ooh)

[Outro]
That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider
That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider
That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider
That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider
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