R.I.P Rocky by Th0tfull Lyrics
[th0tfull]
Rocky is dead, he gave me head, told him I wanted a fuck fuck instead, now he in heaven, lookin like Kevin, that’s daddy strikes, yikes! these niggas are dykes, no we don’t fuck with them, that shit be gay, I flex in that bape, yo girl ain’t safe, hide her like its hide n go seek, she be so wet like a leak, everytime she see me she be actin like a freak, now back to rocky, he was abused, lookin like he had no clue, all of this shit is true, boutta fix it like I’m glue, don’t fuck with my crew, you think you’re sick like you got the flu, but you’re just a lame, better got out my lane, you better stay back, I run this shit like it’s track
[Chorus]
R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace
[th0tfull]
Now I’m back, she on my sack, r.i.p. rocky, no more head, jesus is depressed, lookin like he might just cut, don’t be a slut, had brain tumor, boutta spread the ass like a rumor, these niggas ain’t shit, looking like the clown from it, you boutta get hit, I’ll make you wanna quit, your bars are trash, I’m making that cash, fast like the flash, I am the goat, your shit is cold, you better wear a coat, maybe a raincoat, I make your bitch wet, she wanna give me head, just like rocky but he is dead, I’m making that bread, to buy a bunk bed, get in dark red, that’s the end
Rocky is dead, he gave me head, told him I wanted a fuck fuck instead, now he in heaven, lookin like Kevin, that’s daddy strikes, yikes! these niggas are dykes, no we don’t fuck with them, that shit be gay, I flex in that bape, yo girl ain’t safe, hide her like its hide n go seek, she be so wet like a leak, everytime she see me she be actin like a freak, now back to rocky, he was abused, lookin like he had no clue, all of this shit is true, boutta fix it like I’m glue, don’t fuck with my crew, you think you’re sick like you got the flu, but you’re just a lame, better got out my lane, you better stay back, I run this shit like it’s track
[Chorus]
R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace, R.i.p. rocky, lookin like I’m wearing Versace
[th0tfull]
Now I’m back, she on my sack, r.i.p. rocky, no more head, jesus is depressed, lookin like he might just cut, don’t be a slut, had brain tumor, boutta spread the ass like a rumor, these niggas ain’t shit, looking like the clown from it, you boutta get hit, I’ll make you wanna quit, your bars are trash, I’m making that cash, fast like the flash, I am the goat, your shit is cold, you better wear a coat, maybe a raincoat, I make your bitch wet, she wanna give me head, just like rocky but he is dead, I’m making that bread, to buy a bunk bed, get in dark red, that’s the end