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Snow Day Video (MV)




Performed By: RodLegacy
Length: 3:03
Written by: Rodricus Kelley JR




RodLegacy - Snow Day Lyrics




Neck Piece Froze
Wrist watch gold

Always smoking gas
Cuz I gotta be on go

I cant trust these bitches
Cuz I know they do the most

If a nigga disrespect me
He get turned into a ghost

We gone be the richest
Cuz we get the bag the most

I just got the bread and butter
Then I turned that shit to toast

Haters only hate me
Till they steal a nigga flow

So I gotta steal his bitch
And she gone let me hit fasho

Got a gang of 6s
And they ready for the smoke

Heard he was a snitch
So now we coming for his throat

She gone hold that head back
When I cum into her throat

Hit it from the back so hard
She sing a couple notes

You know Im the goat
Gotta look out for my folk

Had to do it for my niggas
That got caught up selling dope

Wait

Came here from the hood
Where we didn't have no hope

I got money and I still
Keep that Beretta in my coat

Neck Piece Froze
Wrist watch gold

Always smoking gas
Cuz I gotta be on go

I cant trust these bitches
Cuz I know they do the most

If a nigga disrespect me
He get turned into a ghost

Run off on the plug
If he f*cking up my ticket

Get that baking soda
Do the nae nae watch me whip it

She say its my baby
All I let her do was lick it

Told that bitch to bounce
Get to jumping like a cricket

If you feeling froggy
Nigga let me hear you ribbit

I got trigger happy killers
So don't make me let them rip it

You ain't gangsta you ain't with it
Say you did it but its scripted

All my brothers really hungry
And we finna go and get it

Bust her legs wide open and
I still could barely fit it

She thought she was ready
So I had to make her quit it

Strong marijuana you could
Smell it if I shitted

Police pulled us over
All they wanted was the digits

I'm gone break her back
Till she turn into a midget

She gone keep it arched
I ain't stroking if its rigid

Throw it in a circle
Imma spin her like a fidget

Gotta keep it real
So you know this shit explicit

Neck Piece Froze
Wrist watch gold

Always smoking gas
Cuz I gotta be on go

I cant trust these bitches
Cuz I know they do the most

If a nigga disrespect me
He get turned into a ghost
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Neck Piece Froze
Wrist watch gold

Always smoking gas
Cuz I gotta be on go

I cant trust these bitches
Cuz I know they do the most

If a nigga disrespect me
He get turned into a ghost

We gone be the richest
Cuz we get the bag the most

I just got the bread and butter
Then I turned that shit to toast

Haters only hate me
Till they steal a nigga flow

So I gotta steal his bitch
And she gone let me hit fasho

Got a gang of 6s
And they ready for the smoke

Heard he was a snitch
So now we coming for his throat

She gone hold that head back
When I cum into her throat

Hit it from the back so hard
She sing a couple notes

You know Im the goat
Gotta look out for my folk

Had to do it for my niggas
That got caught up selling dope

Wait

Came here from the hood
Where we didn't have no hope

I got money and I still
Keep that Beretta in my coat

Neck Piece Froze
Wrist watch gold

Always smoking gas
Cuz I gotta be on go

I cant trust these bitches
Cuz I know they do the most

If a nigga disrespect me
He get turned into a ghost

Run off on the plug
If he f*cking up my ticket

Get that baking soda
Do the nae nae watch me whip it

She say its my baby
All I let her do was lick it

Told that bitch to bounce
Get to jumping like a cricket

If you feeling froggy
Nigga let me hear you ribbit

I got trigger happy killers
So don't make me let them rip it

You ain't gangsta you ain't with it
Say you did it but its scripted

All my brothers really hungry
And we finna go and get it

Bust her legs wide open and
I still could barely fit it

She thought she was ready
So I had to make her quit it

Strong marijuana you could
Smell it if I shitted

Police pulled us over
All they wanted was the digits

I'm gone break her back
Till she turn into a midget

She gone keep it arched
I ain't stroking if its rigid

Throw it in a circle
Imma spin her like a fidget

Gotta keep it real
So you know this shit explicit

Neck Piece Froze
Wrist watch gold

Always smoking gas
Cuz I gotta be on go

I cant trust these bitches
Cuz I know they do the most

If a nigga disrespect me
He get turned into a ghost
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Writer: Rodricus Kelley JR
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