FABOLOUS


Roger That Lyrics

[** feat. Freck Billionaire:]


[Intro:]
Breaker breaker 1 9*
I am here now all the competition are dead
There are no survivers I'm here now
I repeat they're all dead do you copy?

Roger that ro ro roger that
My team about green rondo roger that
I take the L.A. to the head like a dodger hat
I do big baby, where they do it larger at?
These niggas dead, where the hell they chrager at?
These bitches washed up straight up out the laundromat
I'm so far head of my rivals
When I show up it kills them, dead on arrival
They said new york is dead well I lead the revival
I guess I'm just built to last breathe of survival
Unstoppable, unbreakable, I keep 1 9 like breaker breaker do
Shorty said wat it do is wat I make her do
Get ha on the first shot yea I 1 take ya boo
Now she need the black mamba badder than the Lakers do
I ddt the pussy I'm jake the snake to u
Put them in the coffin I'm the undertaker 2
She met the GOD now her man gonna meet his maker 2
What's beef? that question is mistakable
I mean I have had a well done steak or two
But as far as rap niggas go, we slaughter cows
Apron on, tape a song, flow slaughter house
You niggas porter house
Filet t-bones
I'm Macaulay Culkin homes leave me alone
I'm in the zone who wants some of this college d
You sorry ass niggas owe me a apology
I'm a bout a dollar g
Master in grindnology
Groupie ass niggas must have took astrology
Cause all they do is follow stars
Pride won't digest, we don't swallow ours
Swagger out this world, I get my style from mars
You add that with the fact that Loso spit asylum bars
You understand why competition is instinct
Them boys is gone, word to nsync
I'm the black timberlake and black timberlands
They all dead, you can send back the ambulance

Breaker breaker 1 9
This is west philly freck
He wasn't lying, there's no competition left
It nothing but dead rappers everywhere
Fake chains all over the ground everywhere
Please stand by

It's west philly freak stuttin on the breaker break
I put them oils in the hood like quaker steak
O.G. kush yes I do the wake and bake
I got the circles and the squares bitch take a shape
So holla at me if u niggas tryna find the key
I get that ass tuned up like a minor key
Mr. bar from bar, rappers need to buy a line
'I'll get you VIP passes to the flyathon'
I be running threw shutting down mad spots
Out in shorthill's mall I'm the mascot
In a Alaska you couldn't find a colder nigga
I still push it in the hood like a stroller nigga
I still crack the block up like meet the browns
And if your money right I might let you meet the pounds
I pop rose 'like the shit is miller draft'
I'm so cool that them young bitches fill a draft
Street fan boys, yes we the casket flowers
West philly freack, I will get your casket lowered
I dare tomorrow, breaker breaker 1 9er
I'm the king of all the one liners
A hundred thousand for the watch, yah chipped in
And I ain't ask them for a bargain I just chipped in
Down in bar harbor when I hit his chopper tooth
I got that amex that look like shaka zulu
On some real shit motherfucker credit school
Cause when you got the cake, what you need the credit for?
I'm usually in the cut like nip/tuck
Or that tangerine coop getting licked up
That's just how we go down when the woman kick it
They know I'm gettin money like the winning ticket
West philly freck I be on that road strapped
When it's gettin to be fly I'm the road map

Oh my GOD this beyond what you could have imagined
This is this is this is worse then the black pleg
I never seen anything of this kind of devastation
Um of Catastrophic coportions
I think we have a instinction level on our hands
Dead bodys everywhere
Eww it reeks of dead rapper down here
I'm gonna need to get outta here
Roger that

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