Lyrics Robb Bank$ – Bedrock
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Oogie Mane, he killed it
Uh, uh, Oogie Mane, he killed it, yeah, he killed it
Femto spilled it, yeah, I spilled it, yuh
Uh, yuh, uh, you dig, yuh
Uh, uh, uh, let’s get it
Uh, yuh, uh, swear, let’s get it
Long hair, don’t care like a Navajo (uh)
I don’t got no heart and she don’t got no throat
I just bought a all white Cuban link and I’ma dip it gold (yuh)
Presidential all my whips, I bulletproof the doors (brr, oh)
Rollie thirty, plain jane, that’s the oyster float (yuh)
Big baguettes doin’ hattricks, I got the AP though (SSET)
In a all green ‘Vette, lil bitty bitch, put the gang in yellow gold (ah)
Got your main ho wet, I’ma break her neck, yeah, she gave me her soul (let’s go)
Ooh, Ashley want me, uh, uh
Shoot a spare gun like it’s steam (yuh, uh, uh, yuh)
Lot of young niggas, you can catch me in these streets (brr, uh, uh, brr)
Chopper and a TEC and I bought an AR-15 (brr, uh, uh)
Five chains on ’em (yuh), six chains on ’em (yuh)
Seven chains on ’em (yuh), eight rings on ’em (uh, uh)
Thirty bags on ’em (uh), Johnny Dang on ’em (uh)
Droppin’ racks on ’em (uh, uh), elevate on ’em (yuh)
Aye, aye, pull up on you, make my day
That fuck nigga couldn’t take my place
Y’all fuck niggas really in our way
Uh, my way, uh, uh, uh
I like the theme of her (yuh), Billie Jean on her (yuh)
Told her beam me up (yuh), Scotty, beam me up (yuh, yuh)
Dracos in the trunk (yuh), big gun, no Lil Pump (SSET)
Gettin’ neck in the drop, yeah (uh), bitch bad to the bone, she drop dead (SSET, ah)
Gave me that pussy, I popped that (uh), I’ma keep it right in my pocket (on God)
She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad (yuh)
I got that AK (yuh), and a new MAC (grr, yuh)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, uh, I could make your bed rock
Yuh, yuh, yuh, I could make your bed rock
Uh, ah, uh, SSET, I could make your bed rock
On God, swear, swear, I could make your bed rock (let’s go)
Long hair, don’t care like a Navajo (uh)
I don’t got no heart and she don’t got no throat
I just bought a all white Cuban link and I’ma dip it gold (yuh)
Presidential all my whips, I bulletproof the doors (brr, oh)
Rollie thirty, plain jane, R-R-thirty-R-plain-R-jane
Rollie thirty, plain jane, thirty plain-th-jane-th-that’s-the
Rollie thirty, plain jane, that’s the-that’s the oyster float
R-Rollie-Rollie thirty, plain jane, that’s-that’s-that’s-that’s-that’s the oyster float
