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Upcoming Concerts for Stove God Cooks & Roc Marciano

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stove God Cooks
Stove God Cooks
Performer
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Performer
Aaron Scott
Aaron Scott
Rap
Rahkeim Meyer
Rahkeim Meyer
Sampler
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Scott
Aaron Scott
Songwriter
Rahkeim Meyer
Rahkeim Meyer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roc Marciano
Roc Marciano
Producer

Lyrics

Rolls-Royce brake lights Joy come in the morning, but the plug come late night The plug come late, joy come in the morning, then the plug come We on, we on, joy come in the morning, but the plug come late night I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Tell them niggas (tell 'em), trillest ever did it (woo) Shooters in a 92 intrepid You got collage work, his shit mixed with his shit mixed with they work My shit is Cinderella slipper, I ain't sorry for the wait Bitch, I was in the kitchen dancin' on the plate They wrote my story out in invisible ink They like, "What took so long?" I'm like, "Nigga, I barely blinked" (woo) God bless a homicide, God bless a shooter (blaps) Your soul a computer, you Google rumors (woo) I scale fish, boy, I move units Stepped on it twice, and I meant to, the brick got chandelier crystals (go) Planets revolve, my niggas shoot pistols (brrt) His clip don't got a curfew (nothin'), I closed casket and hearse you Work you, walk a nigga down like Herschel (woo) Peter on the water, nigga, patience is a virtue (patience is a virtue) God is a alien, pour it from a bird view (from a bird) 32 liter, respect my skeeter Light-skin base runner, I'm Derek Jeter My hands dirty, I left six pure, but I hit the other 30 Left six pure, but I stepped on 30 (woo) ESPN prices, I do 30 for 30 Left six pure, but I OJ cut 39 (left six pure, but I OJ cut 30) Woo, I'm the truth, I'm the light, I'm the way Niggas broke, niggas fake, they in the way I'm thinkin' weight, they sayin' wait, I couldn't fuckin' wait How you make the jump to 67 from a 28? It's all in the wrist, young nigga (it's all in the wrist) DMT the trip, I'm comin' with ya (trip) It all equals seven (woo), bitch, I'm a legend (woo) Pulled off on a ten, and I'm flyin' in a eleven, I'm tryna drive the Bentley into Heaven Hop out in Louis denim, Lord knows my soul icy as Cool Grey 11s (yeah) You know the engine different, way it's revvin' (the way it vrooms) Pay your tithes, I give you hope, I'll be your reverend (I'll save your soul) They can't stop me, boy, this shit was destined (woo) Don't mention me with them, they irrelevant, let me settle this (do it) First advance blew (blew it), second one too Luckily, I been gettin' to it since Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you, when you step through The Stove God, that walk on coke water The yacht boat starter, Yolanda, your son got dope on him again Floor seats at The Garden again (woo) He ballin' again, that boy think he Harden again That wire hit the bank account, he feelin' like Marlo again Rolls-Royce brake lights (Rolls-Royce brakes) Joy come in the morning, but the plug come late night (the plug come late night) The plug come late, joy come in the morning, then the plug come (Joy come in the morning and the plug come, yeah, yeah, yeah) We on, we on, we on The plug came late night I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Time after time (time)
Writer(s): Aaron M Scott, Rahkeim C Meyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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