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Fetty Wap – Rover (Remix)

Singers: Fetty Wap
song cover

Lyrics Fetty Wap – Rover (Remix)

Text:

Ooh, shit be drippin’ juice
That’s just what I do
Ooh, left wrist drippin’ juice
That’s just what I do, nigga

Ooh, I just bought a tool
I can’t wait to shoot, nigga
Nigga, ooh (haha)
Bitch
?

Bitch I’m riding with my mothafuckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers (money)
Make a hundred plays with my broker (a hundred)
Who the fuck is he?
I don’t know, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Riding with my mothafuckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers (skrrt, skrrt)
Make a hundred plays with my broker (shmoney)
Who the fuck is he?
I don’t know, skrrt (Zoovie)

Bitch I’m from the 12
Fuck a scale, I cut work up well
Came from bustin’ sales
Fetty Cash, bitch they know me well
Really from the trap this ain’t no mothafuckin’ fairy tale
Her face up in my lap I grip the mothafuckin’ steering wheel
Ay homie, it’s a problem, we can’t shoot
I got homies watchin’ from the roof
Looking at my engine it’s a coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
You got homies, I got homies too
You ain’t gettin’ money, bitch, get on my level

Such a gold digger, tell that bitch get a shovel
Know some niggas, had a shootout, then he told on his brother
Rat ass nigga, you a cold motherfucker

Bitch I’m riding with my mothafuckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers (cash)
Make a hundred plays with my broker
Who the fuck is he?
I don’t know, skrrt (skrrt, skrrt)
Riding with my mothafuckin’ chauffeur (skrrt, skrrt)
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers (cash)
Make a hundred plays with my broker (aye)
Who the fuck is he? (yeah)
I don’t know, skrrt (Zoovie)

Ooh, left wrist drippin’ juice
That’s just what I do, nigga
Ooh, left wrist drippin’ juice
That’s just what I do, nigga
Ooh, I just bought a tool
I can’t wait to shoot, nigga
Nigga, ooh, I just bought a coupe
Where the fuck the roof, nigga

I got killers in my mothafuckin’ backyard
Grew up in the trenches, I don’t act hard
Nigga think I’m pussy, I’ll smack y’all
Pull up in a hooptie, let the MAC off
I just hit the mall with the black card
Had to spend a fifty, write the tax off
Million in a month, bitch I trap hard
I get what I want, I don’t act, dawg
GANG