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LeRoyce
LeRoyce
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LeRoyce
LeRoyce
Songwriter
LeRoyce Jackson
LeRoyce Jackson
Composer
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LeRoyce
LeRoyce
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look street lights on, **** never reached home yet
But I'm reaching for the cognac
It be cul-de-sac chilling, while we corner store living
These newports slowly writing my toe tag
Still I blow death in the air like the reapers around
Swear we living now
Put the cigarette down is what they tell me, I ain't putting it out
Killing my lungs, never killing the style
Keeping it wild, while I cruise the city, one hand on the wheel
Got me feeling like the mothafucking king my ****
But the chariot broke, trunk don't close
And these horses ain't really up to speed my ****
Wait, who give a fuck, I could give a fuck less, right?
Mentality like you don't wanna see this left right
Kill 'em with the pen they don't gotta see the lead write
But in the night they see the head lights
[Verse 2]
Either I'm, sipping slow or getting throwed
See the pace be controlling the way we roll
Still laid back, but now I let them bitches know
That I ain't the same **** that you seen before
Used to give me the cold shoulder, now a **** cold
Used to want nothing from a ****, now want nut and some more
Ain't that some shit
**** I've been out of the door
I call my homies up, I'm back on the road, and now they got me here
[Verse 3]
Mobbing with my ****'s, steady looking at my cellular
Whats the move or what we get into, we never know for sure
Pills we popping, pray my heart don't stop and then I leave this earth
Music dropping, bitches gone be knocking at my door, oh word
Mobbing with my ****'s, steady looking at my cellular
Whats the move or what we get into, we never know for sure
Pills we popping, pray my heart don't stop and then I leave this earth
Music dropping, bitches gone be knocking at my door, oh word
[Verse 4]
She see the way we moving, (Ay, ay, ay)
She been down with the team, now she tryna get down with the movement (Ay, ay, ay)
Keep it in motion, please keep the shit moving (Ay, ay, ay)
'Cuz all she ever worried 'bout is what a **** got
Not shit, but a couple newports in the box (Ay, ay, ay)
But she want the imports that just ported on the lot
Baby hold that thought
I'ma get that spot, but see right now, I've been on that block
Tryna build my team up to reach that top
So I can put that top down up on that drop
And her panties drop down, she back on top
And before I drop down, know I'm gone pop
They say a young **** hot now, and he just won't stop
Because I came with a team now, and they came with a plot
[Verse 5]
Now see either I'm, sipping slow or getting throwed
See the pace be controlling the way we roll
Still laid back, but now I let them bitches know
That I ain't the same **** that you seen before
Used to give me the cold shoulder, now a **** cold
Used to want nothing from a ****, now want nut and some more
Ain't that some shit
**** I've been out of the door
I call my homies up, I'm back on the road, and now they got me here
[Verse 6]
Mobbing with my ****'s, steady looking at my cellular
Whats the move or what we get into, we never know for sure
Pills we popping, pray my heart don't stop and then I leave this earth
Music dropping, bitches gone be knocking at my door, oh word
Mobbing with my ****'s, steady looking at my cellular
Whats the move or what we get into, we never know for sure
Pills we popping, pray my heart don't stop and then I leave this earth
Music dropping, bitches gone be knocking at my door, oh word
Written by: LeRoyce, LeRoyce Jackson
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