Just Roc lyrics

Yo Just man, gimma a heat rock
Man DGL we back in the club again, ya know? Holla
Bounce! Easy we back b*tches
Don't be scared now, its the Roc
We here, never left this b*tch ya know?

[Verse 1]
I pull up on deuce decues, still roofless
No security I move with shooters
V Twizy, dual exhaust
Stashbox like a childseat, tucked in the baby Taurus
VGL I'm on skinnies, two with me
Bottle of army, '89 in it I'm blowin on Phillies
And yeah I'm high as f*ck
And the Roc's the realest click n*gga I'm a buy as f*ck
What? Say I'm bug cause I walk with a hund jawn
Nah two hund fifty, don't disrespect me
I call my n*gga seal the deal
Cause he just bought a G2 steal a deal
Prick, and I got that on stand by (stand by)
What you commercial n*ggas fly stand buy, won't stand by
And let a n*gga do his dues
f*ck these hoes, get this bread, rep the crew

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The
R - realest n*ggas puttin it down
O - other n*ggas can't see us now
C - come through the hood snatch reef up
But keep a cannon on me to clear streets up
R!
[Verse 2]
You talk jewels, my ears got 2K blazers
Roc jeans, Airs in all flavors
White tees and fitteds
Backwoods and spittage
Thats haze for you dudes who dont get it
I smoke silver and strawberry
Easy ball like Maurberry you know I'm not the ordinary
Keep one that keep one
Yeah my b*tch bag b*tches too
We the illest crew
Nothin change but the rims upgrade
Its quarters now, and I'm on it now
So hop in, I pull off like toupes
The only thing I rock on my hip thats two ways
My b*tch, my beeper, Bleek keep two heaters
Still fillin the city with two seaters
And you know how I does it when I'm doin it
Black coupin it b*tch I keep two in it

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[Verse 3]
I live wild, I ain't Q cousin Day-Day
Anytime I want, I take they K
Next Friday, till November
Take two more weeks I'll be home in December
You know I move like that
The game all mad cause I'm back with my tool like that
I'm in that big body truck
That I whip through the sky like I don't give a f*ck
Got trucks with drivers, cars low mileage
Just copped it, I drove it and parked it
Truthfully thats my Sunday wheel
And your wife, real nice, she my Sunday feel
n*gga, I got one day for her still ok for her
But by sunrise I go to one high
You know I'm up and out
Hit the brake clutch throw it in first, easy gone
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