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Rodzilla Video (MV)




Performed By: Rod
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Roderick Ulis Jr




Rod - Rodzilla Lyrics




No hooks no gimmicks
We straight kick it
Running thru the finish line
Hoping for some digits
Young niggas we was broke we ain't never have much
That's why most of us out here testing our luck
Trust
Blue rags and red rags means toe tags
And I ain't talking them gangs
This country man
Racist leaders out here teaching our kids
They ain't never have to fight scratch and claw just to live
I come from nothing
Anything I got I grinded for
How you out already? F*ck you lying for?
They said rod where you been I say less is more
They want music that they'll never have to pay me for
I fell back had to right my business
And now we own a label so I write my business
Run this rap shit yeah I like my fitness
What is this
Super incredible shit
How he rapping like this
He a legend and shit
And It's evident
They ain't know the young bull flow was heaven sent
They ain't even know that my bars is like medicine
Leave booth set on fire skill set devilish
Repeat offender
You sweet like Splenda
Anywhere I ever go they call me big spender
I beat the pussy up til my meat get tender
Anybody take shots I'll see the sender
TV dinners you rappers are cheap and easy
For anybody that's talking don't let it be greasy
I had to say it once don't have me repeat please
Uh I'm ice cold I'm giving dames brain freeze

Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
And if she come back you know it's meant to be
And if it come back you know it's meant to be
These niggas can't do it like me nah
These niggas can't do it like me naw
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave

We tryna be, all timers
Don't ever forget us like, Alzheimer's
We all wanting the big bucks
We all grinders we never gon split up aye
We tryna be like the new wu tang
I don't sip champagne
It makes my stomach pain
I only want pat ron
I only drink one thing
I only do one thing
And that's run this game
This is psycho Rod talking
There's other ones in my brain
Other ones is my brain
Make me say it again
I do it so crazy she say we the man
Stick with the plan
Stay with ya fam
Ya kin and them
If you out here making babies
Make sure that you there for them
I can't kick it with bums
You little niggas is young
Little bitches is dumb
I swear I am the one
So get back
Before I go head and spit this click clack
You niggas rapping opinions I just spit facts

Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
And if she come back you know it's meant to be
And if it come back you know it's meant to be
These niggas can't do it like me
These niggas can't do it like me no

Yeah that's it
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No hooks no gimmicks
We straight kick it
Running thru the finish line
Hoping for some digits
Young niggas we was broke we ain't never have much
That's why most of us out here testing our luck
Trust
Blue rags and red rags means toe tags
And I ain't talking them gangs
This country man
Racist leaders out here teaching our kids
They ain't never have to fight scratch and claw just to live
I come from nothing
Anything I got I grinded for
How you out already? F*ck you lying for?
They said rod where you been I say less is more
They want music that they'll never have to pay me for
I fell back had to right my business
And now we own a label so I write my business
Run this rap shit yeah I like my fitness
What is this
Super incredible shit
How he rapping like this
He a legend and shit
And It's evident
They ain't know the young bull flow was heaven sent
They ain't even know that my bars is like medicine
Leave booth set on fire skill set devilish
Repeat offender
You sweet like Splenda
Anywhere I ever go they call me big spender
I beat the pussy up til my meat get tender
Anybody take shots I'll see the sender
TV dinners you rappers are cheap and easy
For anybody that's talking don't let it be greasy
I had to say it once don't have me repeat please
Uh I'm ice cold I'm giving dames brain freeze

Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
And if she come back you know it's meant to be
And if it come back you know it's meant to be
These niggas can't do it like me nah
These niggas can't do it like me naw
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave

We tryna be, all timers
Don't ever forget us like, Alzheimer's
We all wanting the big bucks
We all grinders we never gon split up aye
We tryna be like the new wu tang
I don't sip champagne
It makes my stomach pain
I only want pat ron
I only drink one thing
I only do one thing
And that's run this game
This is psycho Rod talking
There's other ones in my brain
Other ones is my brain
Make me say it again
I do it so crazy she say we the man
Stick with the plan
Stay with ya fam
Ya kin and them
If you out here making babies
Make sure that you there for them
I can't kick it with bums
You little niggas is young
Little bitches is dumb
I swear I am the one
So get back
Before I go head and spit this click clack
You niggas rapping opinions I just spit facts

Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
Let that bitch breathe
You gotta let that bitch leave
And if she come back you know it's meant to be
And if it come back you know it's meant to be
These niggas can't do it like me
These niggas can't do it like me no

Yeah that's it
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Writer: Roderick Ulis Jr
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