Eight lyrics

by

Rocaine


[Hook]:
Yeah I gotta go mine, watching Chico do a line
I been trapping with them snipers, n*gga
Not enough dough? Get some more
Rocaine married to the game, don't give a f*ck about no hoe
I could be a millionaire, still a kick a n*gga sh*t
It's finessin', thought it's magic how I trick a n*gga, quick
300 for them juggs, bout sh*t, now I'm living
Lil b*tch n*gga sh*t, hit him with that super soaker

[Bridge]:
If you scared of killers, get away, then I'm brazy
Always with my baby, like Jay-Z, don't play me
You ain't crazy, black on black Mercedez
Just me and my lady, not no b*tch the police gotta f*ckin' chase me
n*gga you a maybe... Maybe kinda gay, G

[Verse 1]:
If I fall off, I'm going to ???
My b*tch pus*y yellow as a ???
Feds taking pictures so I'm posing
Oh you just like Jody, you just popped yo brody
Ever saw a eighth or a O? A hundred packs like Boldy
Looking at my Rollie, with them killers hopping out the stoley
Get whoever nosey, heard them hearses cozy
Damn I miss my brother, I'm a ???
Eight mile b*tch with them scams and them scolies
I ain't got no gas for a heart, b*tch I'm on E
pus*y wanna ???, hit him with a ???
Breaking down bands at the stoley
We ain't beefin' with y'all lames
That's what y'all doing? Still broke as hell
Damn boy, you beef with hundred dollar deals?
My b*tch real bad, car real fast
We don't f*ck with these n*ggas, but they still mad
Why these n*ggas hate? Only lord knows
b*tch I'm from the war zone
Money on my mind and gang sh*t
Y'all lil f*ck ass n*ggas on the same sh*t
Damn, go make a move, nobody move
I might throw this b*tch, so I'm gone buy a few
I heard they wanna kill me, ain't nobody do it
On some real sh*t, cause ain't nobody stupid
Every time you see me, I be with my goonies
Heard he wanna beef just like Lil Boobie
In my 2-3s you couldn't walk a mile
n*gga, in my hood, everything loud
Man down, don't get blessed up
4-4 boys ???

[Bridge]:
If you scared of killers, get away, then I'm brazy
Always with my baby, like Jay-Z, don't play me
You ain't crazy, black on black Mercedez
Me and my lady, not no b*tch but the police gotta chase me
n*gga you a maybe... Maybe kinda gay, G

[Hook]:
Yeah I gotta go mine, watching Chico do a line
I been trapping with them snipers, n*gga
Not enough dough? Get some more
Rocaine married to the game, don't give a f*ck about no hoe
I could be a millionaire, still a kick a n*gga sh*t
It's finessin', thought it's magic how I trick a n*gga, quick
300 for them juggs, bout sh*t, now I'm living
Lil b*tch n*gga sh*t, hit him with that super soaker

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