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All That's True
I-Rocc Lyrics


Yeah homie whatsup
Put your fuckin’ cups up
Yeah we all stars
Put your fuckin’ Chucks up
Yeah tonight’s ours
Homie get your bucks up
Meet me at the bar
We about to get fucked up
My bitch got a bitch and that bitch got a hoe
And her husbands at home screaming “say it ain’t so”
And they just left his fuckin’ crib
In his fuckin’ whip
And tonight I think we can get it started with this
1-2-3-4-5 reefers to the face
1-2-3-4-5 shooters to the face
Yeah we be the life in this fuckin’ place
Said 1-2-3-4-5 man that’s all it takes
Yeah I’m fuckin’ buzzin’
I’m so fuckin’ drunk you would think that I’m fuckin’ Russian
I said “oh yeah girl, let me undo that button”
She punched me in the stomach, told me that she ain’t my girl but she be my girls cousin
Fuck it how am I supposed to know, they could be twins or something
Anyway I keep on stunting
I’m way too busy puffing
Blazing like a fuckin’ oven
And all I fuckin’ hear is the music fuckin’ thumping
Ay girl smoke a bit of this
Drink a shot of that
Do a twist
Cause that booty so fat
And it’s getting pretty late
But we ain’t got no brakes
And if the bitch is wet I’m skinny dipping in her lake
And this bitch gyrates
When she hears the fuckin’ bass
I’m like later motherfuckers
Know I got a move to make
Got a date with fate
And my homies like “Wait
Dude you know you gotta take-take”
1-2-3-4-5 reefers to the face
Said,1-2-3-4-5 shooters to the face
Said, yeah we be the life in this fuckin’ place
Said 1-2-3-4-5 man that’s all it takes
The place is so congested
It’s getting pretty hectic
Somebody got arrested
And I think I see a medic
I swear it’s getting worse as the fuckin’ night’s progressing
Some people looking drunk and some people epileptic
I’m on my own mission
Treating this fridges like they belong in my kitchen
Told the bartender “Dude stop with the bitchin’”
And he telling me I’m gonna’ end up in prison
I don’t give a fuck I know they got television and a fuckin’ pot to piss in
Ha just kidding
Not going there, not in this life I’m living
Gave him some cash and told him “Stop the tripping”
Then as I turned around this girl came up to me
She told me she could take me to a place I wanna’ be
She asked what’s my name
So I said “It’s Rie
Yeah you know, R.I.E”
She said “That’s a weird name” and she ain’t running games
I said “I ain’t no lame and I’m on the brink of fame”
She said “Noway, well you’re mine from today”
I said “Just for the night bitch, watch what you say”
She said that’s fine she got no place to stay
I said “Well I live a little closer to the bay
So let’s get fucked for goodness sake
Aside from my dick this is what you gotta take girl”
1-2-3-4-5 reefers to the face
1-2-3-4-5 shooters to the face
Yeah we be the life in this fuckin’ place
Said 1-2-3-4-5 man that’s all it takes
Yeah that’s all it takes
That’s all it takes
You take it to the face
Man that’s all it takes

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Written by: Riaz Carter

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