"REROCKER ROCKIN ROCKA" lyrics
Binko
(MIA JAY C)
ShoNuff
CJ
Bitch
Bitch, bitch (I hear you, JAY C)
Bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (What else?)
Bitch, I feel like Kerch with the blick chain (Who else?)
Bitch, I feel like Skilla with the big chain (What else?)
Bitch, I'm DT with the wrist game (Talk)
Bitch, I'm Wildman with that money (What else?)
I'll get on bullshit for nothin' (On God)
I can't even speak to bitches 'less they fuckin' (Naw)
I can't even talk to hoes 'less they wanna suck my dick
Naw, and my opps ain't on shit (Ain't on shit)
I'll stomp a nigga in these Rick Owens kicks (Rick Owens kicks)
Naw, pull up in that five-percent tint
Huh, drop the window, blind a nigga with my kit (Bling, bling, blaow)
Naw, told a bitch to send a picture of her clit, get me lit
Baby, turn me up, tongue kiss my glizzy
I be done came Versace button-up, Skub feelin' like Biggie
Naw, one bitch look like Faith, other bitch look like Lil— uh
Naw, one bitch look like Faith, other bitch look like Lil Kim
Be done left a junior mafia, my kids on they lips (Bitch)
I cut up off the rip, huh, FN on my hip, huh (Work)
Off the Louis belt, huh, with the extra clip
Naw, I keep Mobb Deep causin' havoc on your Prada jeans (Fuck)
Ain't no robbin' me, it happened once, niggas'll slide again (Fuck)
I'm not Superman, but my niggas 'nem gon' shoot to kill
I know y'all got guns too, if you don't use 'em, they ain't real (Uh)
Hold up
Bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (What it do?)
Naw, bitch, feel like Kerch with the blick chain (What you do?)
Naw, huh, bitch, feel like Skilla with the big chain (What else?)
Naw, huh, huh, like DT with the— naw
DT stand for don't trip, won't shit change
Uh, bitch, I'm Wildman with that money (What else?)
I'll get on bullshit for nothin', huh, huh
I can't even— dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot
I can't even, huh, speak to bitches 'less they fuckin'
Huh, pop a Perc', spirit get to movin' like an elevator
Pop a yerc, legs get little like an alligator
Dreads in the mullet, Joe Dirt, Skub vanilla maker
Make a bitch squirt, eyes rolled back, Undertaker
Huh, huh, nigga act like Bruce, drop him off, huh, huh
Weird as hell, we don't know what time he on, huh, huh (Talk)
Like he might be cool, then he might be don't, huh, huh (Nigga, talk)
I don't give no fuck, I'm 'bout to go— naw, huh
Like I don't give no fuck, I'm 'bout to go hit a ho (Okay)
Huh, huh, she ain't tryna fuck, then I'm gon' let her go
Huh, huh, then I'm gon' get her friend 'cause I think—
Then I'm gon' get her friend 'cause I think she a go (Work)
Bitch, I feel like Kerch with the blick chain
Naw, huh, naw, bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (What else?)
Bitch, I feel like Kerch with the blick chain (What else?)
Bitch, I feel like Skilla with the big chain (Who else?)
Bitch, I'm DT with the wrist game (Cook)
Wildman with that money (MIA JAY C)
I'll get on bullshit for nothin'
I can't even speak to bitches 'less they fuckin' (Naw)
I can't even talk to hoes 'less they wanna suck my dick (I hear you, JAY C, go)
(MIA JAY C)
ShoNuff
CJ
Bitch
Bitch, bitch (I hear you, JAY C)
Bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (What else?)
Bitch, I feel like Kerch with the blick chain (Who else?)
Bitch, I feel like Skilla with the big chain (What else?)
Bitch, I'm DT with the wrist game (Talk)
Bitch, I'm Wildman with that money (What else?)
I'll get on bullshit for nothin' (On God)
I can't even speak to bitches 'less they fuckin' (Naw)
I can't even talk to hoes 'less they wanna suck my dick
Naw, and my opps ain't on shit (Ain't on shit)
I'll stomp a nigga in these Rick Owens kicks (Rick Owens kicks)
Naw, pull up in that five-percent tint
Huh, drop the window, blind a nigga with my kit (Bling, bling, blaow)
Naw, told a bitch to send a picture of her clit, get me lit
Baby, turn me up, tongue kiss my glizzy
I be done came Versace button-up, Skub feelin' like Biggie
Naw, one bitch look like Faith, other bitch look like Lil— uh
Naw, one bitch look like Faith, other bitch look like Lil Kim
Be done left a junior mafia, my kids on they lips (Bitch)
I cut up off the rip, huh, FN on my hip, huh (Work)
Off the Louis belt, huh, with the extra clip
Naw, I keep Mobb Deep causin' havoc on your Prada jeans (Fuck)
Ain't no robbin' me, it happened once, niggas'll slide again (Fuck)
I'm not Superman, but my niggas 'nem gon' shoot to kill
I know y'all got guns too, if you don't use 'em, they ain't real (Uh)
Hold up
Bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (What it do?)
Naw, bitch, feel like Kerch with the blick chain (What you do?)
Naw, huh, bitch, feel like Skilla with the big chain (What else?)
Naw, huh, huh, like DT with the— naw
DT stand for don't trip, won't shit change
Uh, bitch, I'm Wildman with that money (What else?)
I'll get on bullshit for nothin', huh, huh
I can't even— dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot
I can't even, huh, speak to bitches 'less they fuckin'
Huh, pop a Perc', spirit get to movin' like an elevator
Pop a yerc, legs get little like an alligator
Dreads in the mullet, Joe Dirt, Skub vanilla maker
Make a bitch squirt, eyes rolled back, Undertaker
Huh, huh, nigga act like Bruce, drop him off, huh, huh
Weird as hell, we don't know what time he on, huh, huh (Talk)
Like he might be cool, then he might be don't, huh, huh (Nigga, talk)
I don't give no fuck, I'm 'bout to go— naw, huh
Like I don't give no fuck, I'm 'bout to go hit a ho (Okay)
Huh, huh, she ain't tryna fuck, then I'm gon' let her go
Huh, huh, then I'm gon' get her friend 'cause I think—
Then I'm gon' get her friend 'cause I think she a go (Work)
Bitch, I feel like Kerch with the blick chain
Naw, huh, naw, bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, this Drac'll drop a mixtape (What else?)
Bitch, I feel like Kerch with the blick chain (What else?)
Bitch, I feel like Skilla with the big chain (Who else?)
Bitch, I'm DT with the wrist game (Cook)
Wildman with that money (MIA JAY C)
I'll get on bullshit for nothin'
I can't even speak to bitches 'less they fuckin' (Naw)
I can't even talk to hoes 'less they wanna suck my dick (I hear you, JAY C, go)
