Rogy Gets Pussy - Carrey

The pavement
Yea, I left his ass on the pavement
Homie didn't wanna pay the payments
I caught him clocking out at the end of his day shift
Baby let's go pop a couple tabs, take a day trip
Yea, keep them legs split
You know I like to taste it
Yea, give me kitty or the Swisher, love to face shit
Remember as a jitt, I would go and just deface shit
Aced all up my quizzes, but I said fuck a placement
They think I'm washing dishes, but I be stacking digits
My trigger finger twitching, a Glock with the extension
I'll pop him for the pension
Oh baby, did I mention
Oh baby, did I
Mention
Oh baby, did I mention
I've been working towards these millions
I ain't stopping 'till the fam all up in the mansion with the pavilion
Mention
Oh baby, did I mention
I've been working towards these millions
I ain't stopping 'till the fam all up in the mansion with the pavilion
Bag, now
(Bag, now)
Bag, now
(Bag, now)
Yea, I'm getting back to the bag, now
(To the bag, now)
Yea, I get it fast, get it fast now
Cash, now
Im whipping down the gas, now
(Gas, now)
Pass 'round
(Pass 'round)
Yea, I'm trapping out the trap house
(Out the trap house)
Serve them pussies from the crackhouse, whoa
When you get a pound of the dro, you move it slow
Yea, I let it go, serve it low, by the O
(I let it go, let it go, let it go)
(Let it go)
(Let it go, let it go, let it go)
(I let it go by the O)
Mention
Oh baby, did I mention
I've been working towards these millions
I ain't stopping 'till the fam all up in the mansion with the pavilion
Mention
Oh baby, did I mention
I've been working towards these millions
(All these motherfuckin' millions)
I ain't stopping 'till the fam all up in the mansion with the pavilion
(Go)
Mention
Oh baby, did I mention
I've been working towards these millions
(All these motherfuckin' millions)
I ain't stopping 'till the fam all up in the mansion with the pavilion
(Go)
Yea, that bitch thinks that she's ready
She ain't ready
I've been mixing Section 8 with the Margielys
In the club, throwing dubs at the kitty
And I got other gunners in here with me
Gotta fye
Yea, I gotta fye
He a bitch boy, yea that's no surprise
I can see it in his eyes, that bitch be telling lies
Yea, I roll a Backwood and I send him to the sky
Getting higher and higher
Serving to suppliers
Yea, I always carry like I'm James or Mariah
Getting higher and higher
Serving to suppliers
Yea, I always carry like I'm James or Mariah
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(Yea, I carry like I'm James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)
(James or Mariah)

Written by:
Keano Rogers

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