VERSE OF THE MONTH: ROC MARCIANO STEEL VAGINA
HAPPY G DAY
VERSE OF THE MONTH: ROC MARCIANO STEEL VAGINA
ROC MARCIANO STEEL VAGINA
All your feelings you can vacuum seal it
The juice is healing
The booth is the truth serum (Truth)
Throughout my career I’ve wrote some beautiful lyrics
Was in thе thick of shit, my boots was in it (Got mud on my shit)
Shot out your rented plymouth, hit your leutеniant
He bled out for ten minutes, then he was finished (He was Finished)
We know who did it, niggas overdid it (We did that shit)
Drama I dove in it (Uh)
They thought I was going swimmin' (Splash)
It was efficient (Uh)
They figure since he got the pole with him, get the stove clickin' (Fire it up, Nigga)
I guess it’s common sense right? (Sense right)
While we’re sipping pina coladas in Nevada watching the Errol Spence fight (Yeah)
Pinch my side, we ringside
I ain’t know I can fly, it was a con, I just improvised
I learned on the job how to work the jaw (Whip it)
Circular motions made the work hard (Whip it, Nigga)
Word to God (Yeah, Word to God)
Now I’m swervin' in a German car (Skrrr)
My words and thoughts is a murder charge on a song
Rappers play this at home alone, on the low, like it’s porn
Don’t get caught jerkin' off, in the loft (Uh, Uh)
Squirt on the curtains in the Waldorf (Woo)
Some hoe called, said I was falling off
Bitch I just bought a unicorn (Pfft)
Hoe, that’s a horse with a horn
I’m talking to a corpse, I’m bored
I’m a boss, you a bum broad (Yeah)
The crown I got on got a hundred thorns
Pennin' songs, dog, I feel like I’m getting blood drawn (Woo)
Two diamond crucifixes I wore for all the times that I’ve been double crossed
But ain’t no love lost (Ain’t no love lost)
I just cut you off, like some cut-off shorts
Shorty thought we were some country boys
But we’re from New York
Yeah, yeah, we’re from up North
