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letra de rocky road - stanwill

[intro]
huh, huh, huh
(hokatiwi)
dirt path, now i’m icier than—
took the dirt path, now i’m icier than— b-tch
huh

[chorus]
took the dirt path, now i’m icier than rocky road
you would think this b-tch afghanistan, the weapons ahki tote
mirror tint the buffies, i can’t see you through the zotti smoke
she don’t cabesos, tell her bow out and it’s adios
that money got your back, your b-tch’d probably go
just punched a russian rifle, this ain’t rocky iv
it don’t matter what i got ’cause i need more
tryna pick which ho to f-ck like eenie, meenie, miney, mo
my opps don’t do no steppin’, must got tiny toes
tryna play the middle, he don’t know what side he on
somewhere chasin’ money, that’s what i be on
bet you if i ever show my hand, them n-ggas probably fold

[verse 1]
ridin’ through my city, i got switchy with me
with a n-gga pooh off honey packs, you thinkin’ winnie with me
never seen an ugly dollar, rollie cost a pretty penny
pendant like a chandelier, these b-tches sayin’, “get me litty”
shotted on her back, you’d think the b-tch was ricky
quick to up the aubrey graham, i ever feel like sh-t get sticky
mike amiri pockets full of sh-t, you know my pendant p-ssy
money on the floor, i’m spinnin’ b-tches, leavin’ women dizzy
i let chicken fly, these n-ggas penny pinch
could never make the honor role ’cause all this fendi sh-t
all these hoes be goin’, can’t cuff any b-tch
get the toilet paper, ’bout to show n-ggas who really sh-ttin’
get some curtains, ’bout to show n-ggas who really lit
shoot him with these 7.6s on some philly sh-t
ain’t no vvs in that bezel, that’s a dilly wrist
she like, “boy, you goated, what’s your name?” i told her, “billy, b-tch”
you’d think we sick of money how we throw it up
i don’t need no gps, the only way i go is up
everybody ski with bully pendants, boy, you know it’s us
ever try to go against me, i’ma leave you o and 1
with some sh-t so picky, i think i’m the chosen one
she like, “school me in the amg”, i never rode in one
why he havin’ all that fun and he got the lowest funds?
never seen him pop a pimple, i know he won’t blow his gun
[chorus]
took the dirt path, now i’m icier than rocky road
you would think this b-tch afghanistan, the weapons ahki tote
mirror tint the buffies, i can’t see you through the zotti smoke
she don’t cabesos, tell her bow out and it’s adios
that money got your back, your b-tch’d probably go
just punched a russian rifle, this ain’t rocky iv
it don’t matter what i got ’cause i need more
tryna pick which ho to f-ck like eenie, meenie, miney, mo
my opps don’t do no steppin’, must got tiny toes
tryna play the middle, he don’t know what side he on
somewhere chasin’ money, that’s what i be on
bet you if i ever show my hand, them n-ggas probably fold

- stanwill

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