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rochee - Long Time (feat. SSaint) Lyrics




I know if I was married and I came in on my husband making cinnamon toast
Put some blonde in the shower, I'd shoot him
You would
Bang, bang, bang

Right in the head
Come on now, man, relax
I've been rapping for a long time, but it's just the beginning
Niggas wanna rap because of me

They just don't wanna admit it
She gon' yell when I'm in it
She like, Rochee, you a menace
I've been getting to that money, I've been getting paper, nigga, f*ck them bitches

I've been worried about a digit, tryna see the ball drop
Niggas wanna see me fail
I ain't even at the top
I ain't worried about the hoe

I ain't got the hoe on lock
Plus, she a lil' bop
Thought you was cool, thought we had a vibe
Damn

Huh
Pfft
Getting money when you can't
All these niggas sound the same

Getting high, rolling fat
With my nigga 3, and my nigga Saint
Nigga, shout out Jay
Got me rapping like off of the clock

Got me rapping like off of my schedule
I just hit a 3-5 of the shrooms
Them nigga like this ain't no edible

She needed help
Then I go save the day
Feeling like Mr. Incredible
Niggas can talk, but niggas don't play

Cause you know I slide with the reticle
(Pfft)
Can't f*ck with these niggas
Too federal ha
Knew I would die, id be terrible ha

Niggas be hating, they wait for the flop

(flop, flop, flop ,flop)

Pfft
You got a problem, nigga send the drop
He said he gon' slide, but he don't even own a fire

She want me to wait for her, tell her bye
Try to play me like a goofy, not that guy
Huh
Huh

Damn
Huh
Pfft
Damn

Pfft
Huh
Pfft
Damn

Pfft
Damn
Pfft
Damn

Pfft
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I know if I was married and I came in on my husband making cinnamon toast
Put some blonde in the shower, I'd shoot him
You would
Bang, bang, bang

Right in the head
Come on now, man, relax
I've been rapping for a long time, but it's just the beginning
Niggas wanna rap because of me

They just don't wanna admit it
She gon' yell when I'm in it
She like, Rochee, you a menace
I've been getting to that money, I've been getting paper, nigga, f*ck them bitches

I've been worried about a digit, tryna see the ball drop
Niggas wanna see me fail
I ain't even at the top
I ain't worried about the hoe

I ain't got the hoe on lock
Plus, she a lil' bop
Thought you was cool, thought we had a vibe
Damn

Huh
Pfft
Getting money when you can't
All these niggas sound the same

Getting high, rolling fat
With my nigga 3, and my nigga Saint
Nigga, shout out Jay
Got me rapping like off of the clock

Got me rapping like off of my schedule
I just hit a 3-5 of the shrooms
Them nigga like this ain't no edible

She needed help
Then I go save the day
Feeling like Mr. Incredible
Niggas can talk, but niggas don't play

Cause you know I slide with the reticle
(Pfft)
Can't f*ck with these niggas
Too federal ha
Knew I would die, id be terrible ha

Niggas be hating, they wait for the flop

(flop, flop, flop ,flop)

Pfft
You got a problem, nigga send the drop
He said he gon' slide, but he don't even own a fire

She want me to wait for her, tell her bye
Try to play me like a goofy, not that guy
Huh
Huh

Damn
Huh
Pfft
Damn

Pfft
Huh
Pfft
Damn

Pfft
Damn
Pfft
Damn

Pfft
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Writer: MELANIE JOY FONTANA, RONALD JACKSON, MICHAEL WARREN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid

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