Roxanne
CMDWN Lyrics

Drop my top, she get off her tot
I lowered the roof of my convertible and she got excited and took her clothes off

Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne
I'm receiving oral sex from a promiscuous woman whose name I think is Roxanne

Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain't gon' stop
I'm drinking a concoction of codeine and energy drinks and I'm not going to stop

Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans
I only drink pure codeine, but I think I need more Xanax

Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go
Your woman is ready for action and has a gun ready

But the clip so long, can't fit in my pants
The magazine of the gun is so long that it cannot fit in my pants pocket

Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose
My jewelry is so cold and flashy that it is making my nose run and I have to wipe it

I don't need no flash just to make these dance
I don't need to show off my wealth to impress people and make them dance

Quit playin', C-M-D-W-N on my chain
Stop joking around, CMDWN (the artist) is engraved on my necklace

You fool, quicksand, chopper bullets cook a nigga like ham
You're foolish and you'll sink in quicksand, while bullets from my gun will tear you apart

You cute, my son, lil' nigga tryna be like his dad (hey dad)
You're adorable, but you're my son and too young to be like me yet (hey dad)

Do you, I'm sayin', stop downloadin' sauce from my 'Gram
Be yourself, but stop copying my style from my social media posts

Red Beamer so you better think fast
I'm driving a red BMW, so you better act fast

Yeah, 'cause you know we ain't goin' outside
Yes, because you already know we're not leaving the house

Won't hit your line 'cause I'm all about bands
I won't call you because I'm focused on making money

Blow the show money, spend it all on Ac'
I'm spending all the money I earned from the show on designer clothing brands

Make it all back, spend it all on Raf
I'll earn the money back and then spend it on another designer brand called Raf

Since I went broke, said I ain't goin' back
Since I became poor, I've made a promise to myself not to go back to that situation again

Niggas say it's rap but I swear it's all cap
People say it's reality, but I'm telling you it's all lies

You ain't got fans 'cause your music all trash
You don't have any fans because your music is terrible

Catch up, bang, bang
Hurry up and get on board, gunshots will follow

Don't care what hoes say, call me Jose
I don't care what women say or think, you can call me Jose

(I don't care what hoes say, call me Jose)
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I got dreadlocks like Buckwheat, Otay
My hair is styled in dreadlocks like the character Buckwheat, okay

(I got dreadlocks like Buckwheat, Otay)
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Cops tryna lock me up, it's on low bay
Police officers are attempting to arrest me, but I'm keeping a low profile

(Cops tryna lock me up, it's on low bay)
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At the Wells Fargo, don't go to Chase
Go to Wells Fargo bank instead of Chase bank

(At the Wells Fargo, don't go to Chase)
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New, mix Gucci with the Yeezys
I'm wearing a combination of Gucci and Yeezy designer brands

White diamonds look like Fiji
My white diamonds are sparkling and look like the water in the Fiji islands

I'm the sauce power, call me Speedy
I have the ability to make people dance, call me Speedy

My new wrist a Lamborghini
My new watch is like a Lamborghini car, expensive and flashy

Crawled out fresher than a genie
I emerged from a car or building and looked fresh like a genie from Aladdin

Your bitch on my head like a beanie
Your woman is obsessed with me and wants to be close to me like a beanie hat

What's in the Glock, it's weenie
The bullet inside the gun is small, like a hot dog or 'weenie'

You know I got greens, Cabrini
You know I have money, like the affluent Cabrini Green neighborhood