Roger That lyrics

I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts.

Got the Halloween kicks trick or treating the clutch.

Come on nigga, is you tricking or what?

Flow tighter than a dick in the butt.

Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv'

Little white tee, some boobs and bamboo.

White girls tell me, "Hey, Nicki, your camp rules.

Is that why you get more head than shampoos?"

Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me.

And I never let a D-boy boink for free.

'Cause it's barbie bitch, you can join the wave.

I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase.

You couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer.

Indian-style court side with a cavalier

VIP Roseau's you can have a beer.

'Cause honey when you getting money you don't have a care.

Now Roger that, Rroger that. Roger that, Rroger that.

Roger that, Roger that...Roger.

[Tyga]

Young black Rico's.

Kill for the C notes.

But me though,

I jack son bitch Tito

She wanna play games,

But this is not bingo.

Monopoly I'm past "GO"

Gon' ahead and deep-throat.

4-chick Foursomes,

Skin colors mocha.

Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem.

Pole.

Watt stroke 'em,

Strike it like bowling.

Now open like you yawnin'.

It's 6 in the morning.

Sleeping on me probably in a coffin.

I'm hotter than the end of fuckin' August,

I'm awesome.

I'm awesome. Repeat it to your Grandma and Uncles, my Mothers

Tyga's no Dad but I'm the motherfucker.

My fuckers,

This the last supper.

Look, no hands,

I'm a bread cuffer.

I don't dare lover,

I'm a dare devil

I don't fear nothin'.

Motherfucker,

Young money!

Now roger that. Roger that. Roger that. Roger that. Fuck around and never get Roger back.

[Wayne]

(I'm goin' in!)

Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette.

The blunt still wet, so pass it like brat.

We sip side a mug, we call it upset.

Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden debt.

I'm a beast.

You a pet.

AK long neck.

Keith Sweat.

Weezy, motherfucker.

Capo in this bitch with me.

Money talks and have a convo in this bitch with me.

I'm mountain high Colorado in this bitch with me.

Flow crazy. 730, you just 650.

20 bullets from the Chopper take the roof off.

Laughing to the bank,

I'm a goof ball.

It's YM.

And we at yo neck like a Violin.

It's our world.

We make it spin.

And y'all the prey. Amen.

Now roger that. Roger that. Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat.

Fuck around and never get Roger back.