Smoking gas like a rasta
These rapper's is actors
They don't even have a dollar
2016, my pockets was smaller
Came up with juggers and robbers
Take her to Neiman
We bout to go shopping
You take her out to Carrabba's
You just a lame, boy
Swear we not the same, boy
Get robbed you cry to your momma
Just like the runtz, my lil bitch she exotic
Talking real tough, but you don't wanna spark shit
Counting up all blue hundreds like Sonic
Roll up a big wood, i'm bout to spark it
Got some heads turning as soon as I walk in
We just do walk downs we ain't with the talking
Brown Louis leather reminds me of chocolate
Don't look at Twitter, examine your pockets
In this life that I live I had to roll the dice
Learned a few lessons, but I never folded twice
Swear this game's so f*cked up, yeah this shit's as cold as ice
But if you ruthless I swear you'll make it out alive
Swear these people in my life are never satisfied
I wanna make it work
I wanna make it work for ya'll
Trying to make it out the dirt
But you don't understand that shit or what it's worth
Yeah
Smoking gas like a rasta
These rapper's is actors
They don't even have a dollar
2016, my pockets was smaller
Came up with juggers and robbers
Take her to Neiman
We bout to go shopping
You take her out to Carrabba's
You just a lame, boy
Swear we not the same, boy
Get robbed you cry to your momma
Lil Degen - Rasta Lyrics
Lil Degen - Rasta Lyrics
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Smoking gas like a rasta
These rapper's is actors
They don't even have a dollar
2016, my pockets was smaller
Came up with juggers and robbers
Take her to Neiman
We bout to go shopping
You take her out to Carrabba's
You just a lame, boy
Swear we not the same, boy
Get robbed you cry to your momma
Just like the runtz, my lil bitch she exotic
Talking real tough, but you don't wanna spark shit
Counting up all blue hundreds like Sonic
Roll up a big wood, i'm bout to spark it
Got some heads turning as soon as I walk in
We just do walk downs we ain't with the talking
Brown Louis leather reminds me of chocolate
Don't look at Twitter, examine your pockets
In this life that I live I had to roll the dice
Learned a few lessons, but I never folded twice
Swear this game's so f*cked up, yeah this shit's as cold as ice
But if you ruthless I swear you'll make it out alive
Swear these people in my life are never satisfied
I wanna make it work
I wanna make it work for ya'll
Trying to make it out the dirt
But you don't understand that shit or what it's worth
Yeah
Smoking gas like a rasta
These rapper's is actors
They don't even have a dollar
2016, my pockets was smaller
Came up with juggers and robbers
Take her to Neiman
We bout to go shopping
You take her out to Carrabba's
You just a lame, boy
Swear we not the same, boy
Get robbed you cry to your momma
These rapper's is actors
They don't even have a dollar
2016, my pockets was smaller
Came up with juggers and robbers
Take her to Neiman
We bout to go shopping
You take her out to Carrabba's
You just a lame, boy
Swear we not the same, boy
Get robbed you cry to your momma
Just like the runtz, my lil bitch she exotic
Talking real tough, but you don't wanna spark shit
Counting up all blue hundreds like Sonic
Roll up a big wood, i'm bout to spark it
Got some heads turning as soon as I walk in
We just do walk downs we ain't with the talking
Brown Louis leather reminds me of chocolate
Don't look at Twitter, examine your pockets
In this life that I live I had to roll the dice
Learned a few lessons, but I never folded twice
Swear this game's so f*cked up, yeah this shit's as cold as ice
But if you ruthless I swear you'll make it out alive
Swear these people in my life are never satisfied
I wanna make it work
I wanna make it work for ya'll
Trying to make it out the dirt
But you don't understand that shit or what it's worth
Yeah
Smoking gas like a rasta
These rapper's is actors
They don't even have a dollar
2016, my pockets was smaller
Came up with juggers and robbers
Take her to Neiman
We bout to go shopping
You take her out to Carrabba's
You just a lame, boy
Swear we not the same, boy
Get robbed you cry to your momma
Writer: Andrew Schenk
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid