Il testo della Rock my fitted

(hook x2: c-los)
Rock my p. millers comin ? in my fitted cap
Rock my p. millers comin ? in my fitted cap
(oh) in my fitted cap (whoa) in my fitted cap
All in the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap

(verse: c-los)
Im ducked in my fitted ride trucks wit the windows tinted
Guttar boyz in it i dont think you dudes serious you's a scrimmage
You see me step out wit p. miller rims and all the tennis (uh-huh)
In a saints on a fitted jeans blingin and its drippin
Oh, you boys playin i've been token you boys lame
And i hang around guerrillas its ziped i was thousand
Ah man i bank mines and if you yappin thats firin
I left em solder way yea the bullets them rap titan (oh)
I keep my rim low, even it can took it to the right
When i turn it to back that means c-los is bout to fight
But i leanin to the left, cuz i sip that purple sprite
So imma, lay like its a spooner come catchin mobile sike
Yea nigga like me, i got a plan to rival
Cuz i got a lot of platinum like placks on p walls
Oh lord you know c-los is ready, ducked in my fitted cap
Ride in my fitted cap, high in my fitted cap

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(verse: romeo)
Im some special you never seen in my fitted cap money green (okay)
? on the jersey get it cap dawg master teen (you know)
20s on cutlets 26s on the limousines
Son of a hustler i had to sell nice cream (sell what)
3.8s when im goin on a date (ah-ha)
5.8s duckin lil' rome i dont want you in my face (yea)
And i feel some kinda beef i just turn it to the back
Wick it straight in the eyes then make it lean back (yea)

(verse: young v)
Hat to the side i might be young but im a beats wit it (oh)
Freaky like a searcher starched up and lean and freeze in it (oh)
So i can ball in it (oh) hit them ball in it (oh)
Throw my soldier cap on them watchin 3 (?) in it (oh)
Im a rich boy i aint gotta steal shorty (oh)
Tell that lil rich no cops freakin chip shorty (oh)
I do some sacks homie (oh) crannies look like shaq homie
Represent guttar music the hood got my back homie

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(verse: lil' d)
Im ducked in my fitted posted up in the cut
I dont dance in my fitted i just throw my hood up
Tryna knuck if you buck we gon catch it to the gut
Cuz im gone off that drank tryna find a chicken cup but
Lean wit it, rock wit it, yea i keep my glock wit
Beefin i pop wit it, possibly due drop gimme (oh)
24s when i roll and my pockets full of doe
In the club pullin hoes in my fitted cap
She wanna see my grill the guttaboy of da south
I dont gotta spit game i spit diamonds in my mouth
Yea, im state to state i know ya boys dont hate
So i keep some that'll make ya click jigglelate
Yup, im so t.r.u.
A red fitted but the diamonds in my chain so b.l.u.
And yall boys know what we do
We the proof that keep a lil 22 the master rims on the coupe boy boy

(hook x2: c-los)