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Rocco Black - Thug's Anthem Lyrics



Rocco Black - Thug's Anthem Lyrics




[ Featuring Old Ben ]

Watch me do it
Hit the bank
Call the hoes
Ride clean
Give a show
Old Ben
And Rocco
Yeah we
Are back for more

Rocco's back and I show up with a forty
Iced out wrist, got diamonds on my Rollie (ice)
Old Ben showin' up with a shorty (thot)
Club jumpin' with my dogs, no corgi (woof)
Strip club party and the boys are killin' it
Got the new album droppin', we got the whole city lit (it's lit)
Ladies shake for the money when they feelin' it
Tired of the haters and they still talkin' shit (talk that shit)
I got the booty shakin'
And my momma prayin'
I smoke any hater
Like weed from Jamaica
I set at the bar at the club, no cap
Step on the court, that's a dub, no slack
Dime on my hip, cause I brought ten racks (cash)
Bring your boys to the crib, they gon get jacked
Twisted and conflicted
I stay f*ckin' bitches
I pray to be so gifted
To pay for all the dinners
My momma be my witness
For the man, she delivers
So I'mma feel uplifted
Paradigm just shifted
Paradigm just shifted

Hit 'em with the flex, Old Ben

Watch me do it
Hit the bank
Call the hoes
Ride clean
Get the dough
Old Ben
And Rocco
Yeah we (ay ay)
Are back for more

Benmax, Old Ben, I don't even know
But when I'm on the track you know I'm gonna get the dough
Baking bread, getting cake, making muffins (smells good)
Hate to say it but you 'bout as fly as puffins (you're a bird)
AP cost me nothing (I stole it)
And when I flex I ain't bluffing (okay)
And I might pull up on your cousin (or your mom)
Twenty-two gon get to busting (pew pew)
Skrrt in the CRV (skrr)
Too much money in my jeans (cash)
Diamonds lookin' hella clean
For the hundreds I'm a fiend
Catch me in the magazine
Buy your bitch a limousine
Dropped that bitch cause she was mean
Scared of me like Halloween (holy shit)
Uh, true story
Rapping comes so easily this shit is f*cking boring (zzz)
If you take me home you ain't gon see me in the morning (nah)
Pull off in the Honda CRV that shit is foregin (skrrrrr)

Hit the bank
Call the hoes
Ride clean
Give a show
Old Ben
And Rocco
Yeah we
Are back for more
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Watch me do it
Hit the bank
Call the hoes
Ride clean
Give a show
Old Ben
And Rocco
Yeah we
Are back for more

Rocco's back and I show up with a forty
Iced out wrist, got diamonds on my Rollie (ice)
Old Ben showin' up with a shorty (thot)
Club jumpin' with my dogs, no corgi (woof)
Strip club party and the boys are killin' it
Got the new album droppin', we got the whole city lit (it's lit)
Ladies shake for the money when they feelin' it
Tired of the haters and they still talkin' shit (talk that shit)
I got the booty shakin'
And my momma prayin'
I smoke any hater
Like weed from Jamaica
I set at the bar at the club, no cap
Step on the court, that's a dub, no slack
Dime on my hip, cause I brought ten racks (cash)
Bring your boys to the crib, they gon get jacked
Twisted and conflicted
I stay f*ckin' bitches
I pray to be so gifted
To pay for all the dinners
My momma be my witness
For the man, she delivers
So I'mma feel uplifted
Paradigm just shifted
Paradigm just shifted

Hit 'em with the flex, Old Ben

Watch me do it
Hit the bank
Call the hoes
Ride clean
Get the dough
Old Ben
And Rocco
Yeah we (ay ay)
Are back for more

Benmax, Old Ben, I don't even know
But when I'm on the track you know I'm gonna get the dough
Baking bread, getting cake, making muffins (smells good)
Hate to say it but you 'bout as fly as puffins (you're a bird)
AP cost me nothing (I stole it)
And when I flex I ain't bluffing (okay)
And I might pull up on your cousin (or your mom)
Twenty-two gon get to busting (pew pew)
Skrrt in the CRV (skrr)
Too much money in my jeans (cash)
Diamonds lookin' hella clean
For the hundreds I'm a fiend
Catch me in the magazine
Buy your bitch a limousine
Dropped that bitch cause she was mean
Scared of me like Halloween (holy shit)
Uh, true story
Rapping comes so easily this shit is f*cking boring (zzz)
If you take me home you ain't gon see me in the morning (nah)
Pull off in the Honda CRV that shit is foregin (skrrrrr)

Hit the bank
Call the hoes
Ride clean
Give a show
Old Ben
And Rocco
Yeah we
Are back for more
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Writer: Ben Edwards, Carlos Garcia
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Rocco Black
Featuring: Old Ben
Length: 2:14
Written by: Ben Edwards, Carlos Garcia

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