Текст песни YUKMOUTH - Rolex Rulez
YUKMOUTH - Rolex Rulez слова песни
Текст песни YUKMOUTH - Rolex Rulez
Yes, yes, yes, uh!Balla shit, niggatimer shit nigga(Regime shit baby)flossy shit, boi!(Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot)Rolex Rulez( )Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an Baggets an shit.Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too niggauh.Verse 1I started off wit heata shitcarry a nine millameter shitRolex on my wristnever fuckin wit Geneve shit(playboy whats Geneve shit?)somethin like 20 g's cheaper shittryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shitlook juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rolliewhat the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake RollieI never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rolliethe Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rolliethe type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take Rolliego out on a date, start makin bitches hate Rollienow pump yo brakes homieonly the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant Rolex wear outside";Stayin Alive"; like Wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shutwise steps, hands carrassin my techRolex under my sleve niggato each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quickaI read niggaslook in my eyes an die slowlymeet my four-five niggas done died fo a RollieI leave yo chest over yo family outside lonelythey died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homiemy four-five told me, that shit that crucify homiesif I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo medie fo meeye fo an eye homiethat's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my Rollie niggaRolex Rulez.Chorus *(Phats Bossalini)* 2xWell an nigga wit the Rolex onyou best believe he packin Stretch Armstrongsome kinda gat or thang on himhit you bullet rain stormswhen you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain onlisten.Verse 2To all my real playasthrow yo Rollie's in the skywave 'em side to sidethen keep yo four-five caulked to rideso many mutha fuckas done diedtryin to steal a Rolex watchespecially tryin to steal minesI remember the day I bought my first watchthe turfs hotslangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stopraise niggas off the block who turf hopjuss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first spotI'm wetcash the check, grab the tech an jet10 G's in my pocket headed straight to SpenceI want my shit all baggetsbut it cost too muchhad to fuck wit somethin lessain't tryin to floss too mucha straight gold Presidentialno diamonds down the wristPrincess cabezelyou knowthat's small timer shit