Ro Blvd - F.n.C. lyrics

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Ro Blvd - F.n.C. lyrics

[Verse Thurz] [Vinosroli??] on the wrist Find time to reflect the lime the light they like this Iron chef, like I'm cooking with the burner the sterner --it's murder A livestock, filet Mignon gourmet you never heard of n***a with dead stock, head rocking them Shot clock, sure shot cash --ATM Cake walking like a candle, they wanna blow him Walking on ice and slice what I show them What be the level you have to be at To read between the lines and and margins to know that Skinny n***a do it big you weighed Lay your guns down, du rags and pomade Hopefully your late a** will catch the waves Stars are born, this is the fly n***a campaign [Hook:] Best to grab a seat Nod back and forth to this boulevard beat (Listen) Best to grab a seat Panties in the air to this boulevard beat... You can't party with the best of them Save the steeds, stems and stress I'm where the best be s**a n***as move over [Adlibs:] I got polo on the cap f** your high horse and hollywood park casino bet that Now bring my money back... [Verse Thurz] Converse your pen, yen Throwing that saki back Stadium neighborhood swagger I'm trying to not be that You'll recall heart displaying flow chart [???] whack s**er n***as be lightweight s**a n***as don't a**ociate s**er neighbors that hate probably hate the image they see in the mirror Probably hate they moms probably hate god So let my whole crew come, they could never be alarmed Criminally k**ing and sh** been arraigned Stars are born, this is the fly n***a campaign [Hook:] [Verse Thurz] Dolce on the frames, my currency is flow so for your dough let's exchange The 1192 gang city riders, inflamed I threw the co*ktail Molotov thru the window pane Burn the house down; the brush fire Brush your teeth, sh** talking I brush my attire Of haters, of lint I'm on my Larry Flynt Hustler, rumbler Sell it; no customer Dog, no muzzler Blog it on your tumblr, on who the illist is Spread the word like AIDS and kids The MOVIE that is... You n***as see the real when you sleep like back of your eyelids Roll lit the flame to the propane Stars are born this is the fly n***a compaign [Hook]

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