"Rhock En Rollah" lyrics

"Rhock En Rollah"

I see her at all my shows
She can't be a groupie girl
She done bought all of my merchandise
Then bought all of my shirts (my shirts)
She want me to sign a poster
But I just want her skirt off

She won't let me catch my breath
And she stayed there when the people left
She want me to do an encore and do it just for her (for her)
Even though the show is over, I got sober
She wanna come and get with a rock-n-roller

We don't need hate on weights, rock-n-roller
Two o'clocks go state to states, rock-n-roller
Now since you got all that ass
I gotta get you my autograph
Rock-n-roller

Get with a rock-n-roller

I told her to get on my bus
She said she never wants to leave
Now we're passing up hotel rooms
Then hit the stripper club
And I hope that I can tell you
That we might be in love

Take her on all my tours (all my tours)
And we are getting just a little bit closer
So every night I do an encore
And do it just for her (for her)
Every time my show is over we get sober
She gotta come and get with a rock-n-roller

We don't need hate on weights, rock-n-roller
Two o'clocks go state to states, rock-n-roller
Now since you got all that ass
I gotta get you my autograph
Rock-n-roller

Get with a rock-n-roller

Rock-n-roller

Get with a rock-n-roller


Thanks to Nathaniel Bolu Oyebode for correcting these lyrics.
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