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Roc Marciano - Steel Vagina lyrics

Artist: Roc Marciano

album: Mt. Marci


What have you done for me lately?
That's what she used to say to me
I ain't tripping, baby, that's just the way it be
No need to get angry
Always conduct yourself like a lady
Never be shady (uh)
Don't ever try to play me (never try to play me, uh)
Give the pussy away and betray me (uh)
But either way it's all gravy (it's all gravy, hoe), yeah, yah
All the feelings, you can vacuum seal it
The juice is healing
The music is the truth serum (truth)
Throughout my career, I've wrote some beautiful lyrics
Was in the thick of shit, my boots was in it (got mud on my shit)
Shot up your rented Plymouth, hit your lieutenant
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)
Or was it fishin' (uh)
They figure since he got the pole with him, he get the stove clickin' (fire it up, nigga)
I guess it's common sense, right? (Sense right)
While we sip piña 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 jar (whip it)
Circular motions made the work hard (whip it, Nigga, yeah)
Word to the 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 (uh), in the loft (uh)
Squirt on the curtains in the Waldorf (woo!)
Some whore called, said I was falling off
Bitch, I just bought a unicorn
Hoe, that's a horse with a horn
I'm talking to a corpse, I'm bored (beat it)
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), uh
Two diamond crucifixes I wore for all the times that I've been double-crossed (ugh)
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 from New York
Yeah, yeah, we from up North
Motherfucker, uh

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