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Rover Video (MV)




Performed By: Feroz
Language: English
Length: 3:14
Written by: Feroze Hassan




Feroz - Rover Lyrics
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Aw little woman
You're the type to make a man fall
Fall, fall like the Romans
You in liquor city girl, is you comin' with me girl
You're more fun when you're sober
I'ma pull up 'round the corner
Hop in my car, I might put you in a coma
I got you going up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you, I turn you up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you
Girl, I got tints all in the Rover
Lay down while I taste your skin on this leather
Now I'm headed to the shore just to wash my sins all in the water
And they're all in the ocean as I drift deep in your oceans
I gotcha going up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you, I turn you up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you, I turn you up
I been M-I-A, I been outta town
But they know me, I deliver
And if I heard you talk about me when I'm not around
And you don't know me, I forgive ya
It's tough cuz these bitches come as quick as they go
You should know, she ain't only f*ckin' with ya
She f*ck with my homies, she f*ck with my gorillas
I'm just trying to put some Rollie's on all of my killas, killa
Panameras and Murcielagos
That's real art to me, f*ck a Picasso
Break bread with Lou Malnati like we in Chicago
Want the glory and the guapo, not one of my eyes closed
East coast, might just roll with the Nas flow
Beast mode, I went from soldier to capo
Yeah, I just know what I know
And I know what you don't
Motherf*ck a G.O.A.T., I'm bad to the bone
They gon' remember me like Al Capone
All I give a f*ck about is dough
And my moolah, money, bucks got some miles to go
Cuban links, trying to get my clink up
You wanna bet on the boy, you better bring and Brinks truck
In the lobby, hopping up out of Denali's, we look like Federales, huh
Show up at the Borgata like a Young Hov, Young 'Roz
All my partners push me guala
They thinking I'm pushin' product
Heard your product, wasn't gung ho about it
Probably should be watchin' who you gun fo'
Why you taking more shots than your gun hold
When these shots come back, you better run hoe
It's all in the moments
Girl, is you comin' with me girl
It's all for the moments
Liquor city girl, is you comin' with me girl
It's all in the moment
It's all in the moment
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Aw little woman
You're the type to make a man fall
Fall, fall like the Romans
You in liquor city girl, is you comin' with me girl
You're more fun when you're sober
I'ma pull up 'round the corner
Hop in my car, I might put you in a coma
I got you going up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you, I turn you up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you
Girl, I got tints all in the Rover
Lay down while I taste your skin on this leather
Now I'm headed to the shore just to wash my sins all in the water
And they're all in the ocean as I drift deep in your oceans
I gotcha going up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you, I turn you up
The party is over, tell me what you wanna do
I'm in the parking lot in the Rover
Waiting for you, I turn you up
I been M-I-A, I been outta town
But they know me, I deliver
And if I heard you talk about me when I'm not around
And you don't know me, I forgive ya
It's tough cuz these bitches come as quick as they go
You should know, she ain't only f*ckin' with ya
She f*ck with my homies, she f*ck with my gorillas
I'm just trying to put some Rollie's on all of my killas, killa
Panameras and Murcielagos
That's real art to me, f*ck a Picasso
Break bread with Lou Malnati like we in Chicago
Want the glory and the guapo, not one of my eyes closed
East coast, might just roll with the Nas flow
Beast mode, I went from soldier to capo
Yeah, I just know what I know
And I know what you don't
Motherf*ck a G.O.A.T., I'm bad to the bone
They gon' remember me like Al Capone
All I give a f*ck about is dough
And my moolah, money, bucks got some miles to go
Cuban links, trying to get my clink up
You wanna bet on the boy, you better bring and Brinks truck
In the lobby, hopping up out of Denali's, we look like Federales, huh
Show up at the Borgata like a Young Hov, Young 'Roz
All my partners push me guala
They thinking I'm pushin' product
Heard your product, wasn't gung ho about it
Probably should be watchin' who you gun fo'
Why you taking more shots than your gun hold
When these shots come back, you better run hoe
It's all in the moments
Girl, is you comin' with me girl
It's all for the moments
Liquor city girl, is you comin' with me girl
It's all in the moment
It's all in the moment
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Writer: Feroze Hassan
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