Yves St. Moron versuri

Versuri Roc Marciano – Yves St. Moron lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Yo

[Verse 1]
Air Max 360 the sweats
Had 360 waves on my head for every brush that I had with death
But not even death can make me acquiesce
VS Patek but that’s only if it’s factory set
I ain’t progressed, not even half a step
I’m stepping on niggas’ necks
Niggas think Avirex is a flex
It ain’t been fresh since the days of Wreckx-n-Effect, check
Check, baby, check, baby
Mercedes stretch, baby
The Pullman, pullin’ bull, you never been on bullshit
Bullpen from pimp stick to pulpit
Pulled a thick Pitbull bitch out a wolves den
Wolf in sheep’s clothing, homie, this is Woolrich
Rich cougars [?] roof on the Cayenne’s translucent
Lucid dreams, ice cream Celine To be where i’m seen you need a green screen
Alexander McQueen triple beam pistol with the beams
6 series beam
Some fried 6 chicken wings on the swings
Back when I was under the wing but wasn’t green
Baby cheeks with the peach fuzz underneath

[Interlude]
Check, check

[Verse 2]
I said check, baby, check, baby
Run up a check, baby
Baby .380 for one special lady
Leave your avi covered in red gravy
These special ed babies could never play me
I’m the total package satin smoker’s jacket
Cactus Plant pants with the patches
From car jacking, trapping, to kidnapping, bitches flat backing
Ask my benefactor nigga been a factor
Rappers looking like maggot dinner on Fear Factor
After your spirit sent to the hereafter
You hear the cheers from the rafters
Like when Vince was on the Raptors
I’m on their bitch asses, they gon’ have to ask for skin grafting, I been nasty
This ain’t just happen haphazardly
From hat to the feet elite haberdashery
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