Tyga - .roger That Lyrics
'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the gutsGot the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutchCome on nigga, is you trickin' or what?Flow tighter than a dick in the buttJust hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv'Little white tee, some *****s, and bambooWhite girls tell me, "Hey Nicki, your camp rulesIs that why you get more head than shampoos?"Asalamalakum, no oink for meAnd I never let a D-boy boink for free'Cause it's Barbie, *****, you can join the waveI done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phraseYou couldn't beat me there if you had a LeerIndian style court side with a cavalierVIP Rosés you can have a beer'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don't have a careNow r-roger that, r-roger thatR-roger that, r-roger thatR-roger that, r-roger thatR-rogerYoung black Rico's kill for the C-notesBut me though, I'm Jack son ***** TitoShe wanna play games but this is not bingoMonopoly, I'm past go, go ahead and deep throat4-chick foursomes, skin colors mochaSally and Sonia put the pussies on my TotemPole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin'Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin'Sleepin' on me probably in a coffinI'm hotter than the end of *****in' August, I'm awesomeI'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and unclesM-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the mother*****erMother*****ers, this the last supperLook, no hands, I'm a bread cufferI don't dare love her, I'm a dare devilI don't fear nothin', mother*****er, Young MoneyNow roger that, roger thatR-roger that, roger that***** around and never get roger back(I'm goin' in)Fresh off the jet, sharper than GilletteThe blunt still wet so pass it like breadWe sip side a mug, we call it upsetSmoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden deathI'm a beast, you a petAK long neck, key sweatWeezy, mother*****er, capo in this ***** with meMoney talks and have a convo' in this ***** with meI'm mountain high, Colorado in this ***** with meFlow crazy, 730, you just 65020 bullets from the chopper take the roof offLaughin' to the bank, I'm a goof ballIt's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violinIt's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amenNow roger that, roger thatWhere Roger at? I heard Rog' a RatF-***** around and never get Roger back
