Rocket boy, I'm slidin' feeling like Hakeem aye
Might move to Houston just so I could feel the breeze aye
Olympics on my jacket
Olympics on the team
Ballin' like I'm Harden
But I'm feeling like Hakeem ya digg
Feeling like Hakeem
Pull up to the club
Feeling like Hakeem
Yea I gotta dream
I ain't Martin Luther King
But I just got a dream
In the line
Shopping at the mall
Ooh I buy it all aye aye
I don't care about the price
I cop it all
Big baller
This is not a fluke
Copping all the new things that's in the coupe aye
Rocket on the sauce
Pull up on the party
Yea we tryna whip the coupe aye
Camera snapping pictures ooh I'm f*cking snapping
Camera taking pics ooh I'm f*cking snapping
Paparazzi nigga
Pull up the scene
Flicking in the car I'm in the coupe I got the bean
Everything is not what it seems
Follow your dreams
Gotta follow your intuition
Ballin' hard ooh I know you wanna be in my position
Flexing in the Camry ooh nigga you know that's it me
Balling hard no MVP
Balling hard I'm in VIP
I messed up the flow
But ima keep it going rock up in a new designer
And I be rocking with my team oh yea I got designer
And I be rocking with my team oh I just got the dream oh yea
Rocket boy I'm slidin' feeling like Hakeem aye
Might move to Houston just so I could feel the breeze aye
Olympics on my jacket
Olympics on the team aye
Ballin' like I'm Harden
But I'm feeling like
Mike Myers
Hit 'em with the fire
Everybody looking at me
What do you desire
This is my empire
Flyer than a dryer
Everybody flexing on me ooh I'm like alright
I think she a liar
Lying bout yo team
Ooh I'm lying for the king
Nigga what you mean
Just got a haircut
So your boy he looking clean ya digg
Vintage on the beat
He pulled up on the street
Oh yea I'm taxing yea I'm rapping everybody know it's me
If you want a verse I need 50 bands
If you want a beat I want 100 bands ya digg
Niggas do everything like the jack of all trade but I'm the master like the king
You been talking all that shit and ima put you on a ring aye
Niggas going crazy ooh I just got me a ring
Vintage - Hakeem Lyrics
Vintage - Hakeem Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Rocket boy, I'm slidin' feeling like Hakeem aye
Might move to Houston just so I could feel the breeze aye
Olympics on my jacket
Olympics on the team
Ballin' like I'm Harden
But I'm feeling like Hakeem ya digg
Feeling like Hakeem
Pull up to the club
Feeling like Hakeem
Yea I gotta dream
I ain't Martin Luther King
But I just got a dream
In the line
Shopping at the mall
Ooh I buy it all aye aye
I don't care about the price
I cop it all
Big baller
This is not a fluke
Copping all the new things that's in the coupe aye
Rocket on the sauce
Pull up on the party
Yea we tryna whip the coupe aye
Camera snapping pictures ooh I'm f*cking snapping
Camera taking pics ooh I'm f*cking snapping
Paparazzi nigga
Pull up the scene
Flicking in the car I'm in the coupe I got the bean
Everything is not what it seems
Follow your dreams
Gotta follow your intuition
Ballin' hard ooh I know you wanna be in my position
Flexing in the Camry ooh nigga you know that's it me
Balling hard no MVP
Balling hard I'm in VIP
I messed up the flow
But ima keep it going rock up in a new designer
And I be rocking with my team oh yea I got designer
And I be rocking with my team oh I just got the dream oh yea
Rocket boy I'm slidin' feeling like Hakeem aye
Might move to Houston just so I could feel the breeze aye
Olympics on my jacket
Olympics on the team aye
Ballin' like I'm Harden
But I'm feeling like
Mike Myers
Hit 'em with the fire
Everybody looking at me
What do you desire
This is my empire
Flyer than a dryer
Everybody flexing on me ooh I'm like alright
I think she a liar
Lying bout yo team
Ooh I'm lying for the king
Nigga what you mean
Just got a haircut
So your boy he looking clean ya digg
Vintage on the beat
He pulled up on the street
Oh yea I'm taxing yea I'm rapping everybody know it's me
If you want a verse I need 50 bands
If you want a beat I want 100 bands ya digg
Niggas do everything like the jack of all trade but I'm the master like the king
You been talking all that shit and ima put you on a ring aye
Niggas going crazy ooh I just got me a ring
Might move to Houston just so I could feel the breeze aye
Olympics on my jacket
Olympics on the team
Ballin' like I'm Harden
But I'm feeling like Hakeem ya digg
Feeling like Hakeem
Pull up to the club
Feeling like Hakeem
Yea I gotta dream
I ain't Martin Luther King
But I just got a dream
In the line
Shopping at the mall
Ooh I buy it all aye aye
I don't care about the price
I cop it all
Big baller
This is not a fluke
Copping all the new things that's in the coupe aye
Rocket on the sauce
Pull up on the party
Yea we tryna whip the coupe aye
Camera snapping pictures ooh I'm f*cking snapping
Camera taking pics ooh I'm f*cking snapping
Paparazzi nigga
Pull up the scene
Flicking in the car I'm in the coupe I got the bean
Everything is not what it seems
Follow your dreams
Gotta follow your intuition
Ballin' hard ooh I know you wanna be in my position
Flexing in the Camry ooh nigga you know that's it me
Balling hard no MVP
Balling hard I'm in VIP
I messed up the flow
But ima keep it going rock up in a new designer
And I be rocking with my team oh yea I got designer
And I be rocking with my team oh I just got the dream oh yea
Rocket boy I'm slidin' feeling like Hakeem aye
Might move to Houston just so I could feel the breeze aye
Olympics on my jacket
Olympics on the team aye
Ballin' like I'm Harden
But I'm feeling like
Mike Myers
Hit 'em with the fire
Everybody looking at me
What do you desire
This is my empire
Flyer than a dryer
Everybody flexing on me ooh I'm like alright
I think she a liar
Lying bout yo team
Ooh I'm lying for the king
Nigga what you mean
Just got a haircut
So your boy he looking clean ya digg
Vintage on the beat
He pulled up on the street
Oh yea I'm taxing yea I'm rapping everybody know it's me
If you want a verse I need 50 bands
If you want a beat I want 100 bands ya digg
Niggas do everything like the jack of all trade but I'm the master like the king
You been talking all that shit and ima put you on a ring aye
Niggas going crazy ooh I just got me a ring
Writer: Ralph Mitial
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC