Letra de Roger That - Young Money
Letra de canci�n de Roger That de Young Money lyrics
Nicki Minaj
I'm in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts
Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch
C'mon nigga is you trickin or what
Flow tighter than a dick in the butt
Just hopped off the plane came back from Vancouv'
Little white tee sum boobs 'n bamboos
White girls tell me hey Nicki your camp rules
Is that why you get more head than shampoos?
Asalaam alaikum no oink for me
And I never let a D boy boink for free
Cuz it's barbie bitch you can join the wave
I done penny nickel dimed I done coined da phrase (he he he)
You couldn't beat me there if ya had a Leer
Indian style court side wit a Cavalier
V.I.P. roseas you can have a beer
Cuz honey when you gettin money you don't have a care
Now Roger Dat
Roger Dat (x5)
Tyga
Aahh
Young black ricos
Kill for da c notes
But me doe
I jack son bitch Tito
She wanna play games
But dis is not bingo
Monopoly I'm pass go
Gon head n deep throat
4 chick 4 somes
Skin colors mocha
Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my totum
Pole what stroke 'em
Strike ya like bowlin'
Now open like ya yawnin'
It's 6 in tha mornin'
Sleepin on me probly in a coffin
I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August
I'm awesome
Repeat it to ya grandma n uncles my mothers
Tyga's no dad but I'm tha ma fucka
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Ma fuckas
Dis tha last supper
Look no hands
I'ma bread cuffer
I don't dare lover
I'm a dare devil
I don't fear nuttin' ma fucka
YOUNG MONEY!
Now Roger Dat
Roger Dat (x3)
Fuck around and never get Roger back
Lil Wayne
I'm goin' in
Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
The blunt still wet, so pass it like Brett
We sips outta mug, we call it upset
Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death
I'ma beast
You a pit
AK longneck
Keith Sweat
Weezy mothafucka
Capo in dis bitch wit me
Money talks and have a convo in dis bitch wit me
I'm mountain high colorado in dis bitch wit me
Flow crazy 730 you jus 650
20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off
Laughin' to the bank
I'm a goof ball (ha ha)
It's YM
And we at ya neck, like a violin
It's our world
We make it spin
And yall the prey... AMEN
Now Roger dat
Roger dat
Where Rog at
I heard Rog a rat
Fuck around and never get Roger back
I'm in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts
Got dat halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch
C'mon nigga is you trickin or what
Flow tighter than a dick in the butt
Just hopped off the plane came back from Vancouv'
Little white tee sum boobs 'n bamboos
White girls tell me hey Nicki your camp rules
Is that why you get more head than shampoos?
Asalaam alaikum no oink for me
And I never let a D boy boink for free
Cuz it's barbie bitch you can join the wave
I done penny nickel dimed I done coined da phrase (he he he)
You couldn't beat me there if ya had a Leer
Indian style court side wit a Cavalier
V.I.P. roseas you can have a beer
Cuz honey when you gettin money you don't have a care
Now Roger Dat
Roger Dat (x5)
Tyga
Aahh
Young black ricos
Kill for da c notes
But me doe
I jack son bitch Tito
She wanna play games
But dis is not bingo
Monopoly I'm pass go
Gon head n deep throat
4 chick 4 somes
Skin colors mocha
Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my totum
Pole what stroke 'em
Strike ya like bowlin'
Now open like ya yawnin'
It's 6 in tha mornin'
Sleepin on me probly in a coffin
I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August
I'm awesome
Repeat it to ya grandma n uncles my mothers
Tyga's no dad but I'm tha ma fucka
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/roger-that-young-money.php
Ma fuckas
Dis tha last supper
Look no hands
I'ma bread cuffer
I don't dare lover
I'm a dare devil
I don't fear nuttin' ma fucka
YOUNG MONEY!
Now Roger Dat
Roger Dat (x3)
Fuck around and never get Roger back
Lil Wayne
I'm goin' in
Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
The blunt still wet, so pass it like Brett
We sips outta mug, we call it upset
Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death
I'ma beast
You a pit
AK longneck
Keith Sweat
Weezy mothafucka
Capo in dis bitch wit me
Money talks and have a convo in dis bitch wit me
I'm mountain high colorado in dis bitch wit me
Flow crazy 730 you jus 650
20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off
Laughin' to the bank
I'm a goof ball (ha ha)
It's YM
And we at ya neck, like a violin
It's our world
We make it spin
And yall the prey... AMEN
Now Roger dat
Roger dat
Where Rog at
I heard Rog a rat
Fuck around and never get Roger back
