In Romare Lyrics

In Romare

No you not havin' no fye

No you not, no you not havin' no broads

Bad bitch on my line

Bad bitch, bad bitch on my line

I know you not gettin no hoes

That boy like Diddy, he smashin' on guys

I walk around cities with blickies on me

So I'm prone to jus keepin' dat muh fuckin' fye

I wake up get faded, get baked, im so high

Feel like I'm one with the gods

I call up the star slat, get car fax

Talkin' down on gang

I smoke a ganja, in romare

I'm chillin' in my city

I got a 30, it's in my pocket

Pop, pop, pop that shit right here

I got some dirty, up in my cup

The syrup staining my veneers

I got some dirty, on your wife

I know you not tryna hear

I fuck the shit outta that hoe

I fuck, I fuck the shit out that hoe

I fuck the shit out that hoe

I fuck, I fuck the shit out that hoe

I can't tell that that hoe is just like me

Thinkin' bout these women in my life

All these bad bitches

How I break it to her, she my type

Bae, I like ya

How bout you just come and stay the night

I'm tryna fuck ya

We get drunk, we gon' sip some wine

Uh, uh

Roll it up, we get high all night

Uh, uh

We make love, my lil bitch so fine

Uh, uh

No you not havin' no fye

No you not, no you not havin' no broads

Bad bitch on my line

Bad bitch, bad bitch on my line

I know you not gettin no hoes

That boy like Diddy, he smashin' on guys

I walk around cities with blickies on me

So I'm prone to jus keepin' dat muh fuckin' fye

I wake up get faded, get baked, im so high

Feel like I'm one with the gods

I call up the star slat, get car fax

Talkin' down on gang

I smoke a ganja, in romare

I'm chillin' in my city

I got a 30, it's in my pocket

Pop, pop, pop that shit right here

I got some dirty, up in my cup

The syrup staining my veneers

I got some dirty, on your wife

I know you not tryna hear

I fuck the shit outta that hoe

I fuck, I fuck the shit out that hoe

I fuck the shit out that hoe

I fuck, I fuck the shit out that hoe