CheRomani – OFF THE LOT REMIX

CheRomani – OFF THE LOT REMIX Lyrics

Artist: CheRomani
Song: OFF THE LOT REMIX

My n#gg#s rockin’ that prada-prada
You can get killed for a dolla-dolla
Give a f#ck what you said, i’m like rodda-rodda
Yeah, and that n#gg# got popped like a perc

Get put on a tee, what size your shirt?
I might get rich, i feel like fifty
Brand new b#tch, she keep wearing balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci balenci
I’ma get rich, p diddy

Bad lil’ hoe just give me that kitty
If a n#gg# get shot, then he running like ricky
Damn, my n#gg#s gon’ level up
I might ride in that benz or the tonka truck

Sippin’ purple, that icky, that double cup
And my n#gg#s, we madе a way
I stay f#cked up n#gg#, don’t die in your place
B-b#tch i put that on my gravе

Smart #ss n#gg#, i ain’t failing my grades
Whole lotta lean, whole lotta wock
I’m in la where the sun don’t stop
b#tch i might cop me a drop

n#gg# run up, and he might get popped
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
And i swear, n#gg#s not as real as me
Real sh#t

Young n#gg#, blick em
Silly rabbit, you can’t trick me
Three glocks n#gg# so picky
And i told my n#gg#s i gotta go get ’em

My n#gg#s shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
You know my cup too pissy
And look at your b#tch, she miss me
I told her to hit it, can’t give her no dick ’cause i’m busy

I ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
Your b#tch said she hot dog, n#gg# i’ll give her the glizzy
f#ck a b#tch, talk about big
Lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf#ckin’ fidget

Lil’ n#gg# run, i ain’t talking for president
Taliban, b#tch we takin’ your residence
And i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
Runner gon’ blick him, xd gon’ hit him

I tote my rocket, the clip, it’s gon’ dick him
All my attire is rick and some denim
Look at my whip b#tch, the windows are tinted
Don’t go and comment and post your opinions

She gon’ get slayed, she swear that i’m sinning
We don’t cop matching fits but i swear that we twinning
Young n#gg#, blick em
Silly rabbit, you can’t trick me

Three glocks n#gg# so picky
And i told my n#gg#s i gotta go get ’em
My n#gg#s shoot like dirk, talkin’ nowitzki
She ain’t had no bread, so i paid for her t#tt#es

Texaco, my b#tches drip in the city
And i walk in the club, i don’t got my blicky
I don’t got my-
And we really up?

I ain’t talkin’ no yeat, yeah that’s twizzy
Your b#tch said she hot dog, n#gg# i’ll give her the glizzy
f#ck a b#tch, talk about big
Lil’ twizzy gon’ spin on his block like a motherf#ckin’ fidget

Lil’ n#gg# run, i ain’t talking for president
Taliban, b#tch we takin’ your residence
And i swear my lil’ broad, she came from heaven man
Runner gon’ blick him, xd gon’ hit him
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From the album:
Spray him down (feat. CheRomani)
Release Year: 2021