MoStack - Rock With You Lyrics

Talk to the gyaldem
(ILL BLU) this lady had the maddest (the maddest)
Changed me from a gyalis
I used to beat gyal with nail varnish
Then vanish (then vanish)
What happened? (What happened?)
I'm no longer that savage

'Cause baby now I rocks with you
Look what I gots for you
Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots
If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute
Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do

It's a minor, minor
They don't like me, well I don't like you neither
But I don't pree them niggas 'cause I like vagina
In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (ooh)

There she goes in the bag (ooh, ooh)
Got a lot of O's in the bank (ooh, ooh)
Niggas ain't stackin', stackin'
Like they're just at home, gassed and bashin' (wait, what?)
Them High Street Kid shows were my first tour
I rid out the Benz before
Fuck what you thought
That gyal way too bad
And I heard what she said to her cousin, "How can I chase you?"
I'm just way too stubborn now
Man, these hoes really push my buttons
And that's why I beat and leave
But now I got me a gyal I can keep
Ayy sugar, it's just you and me (and me)
You know my lady is the beauty, I'm the beast

You know I rocks with you
Look what I gots for you
Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots
If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute
Keep it movin' like I got lots to do

It's a minor, minor
They don't like me, well I don't like you neither
But I don't pree them niggas 'cause I like vagina
In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (ooh)

Man I, order the booty
Fuck up the coochie
Baby gyal ripped off my Gucci
She let me raas with honour
When she heard I'm the guy that sang "Do What I Wanna"
Man, she was moving anti
And I was nonstop, ring up my hands-free
Yes, I finger it gladly
Bro wouldn't let me take a wing if he knew where my hand's been (heh-heh-heh-heh)
This ain't no usual
Normally, I raas so many girls, I just lose them all
But now I'm doin' loyal, treat her like she's royal
My sugar gets spoilt

'Cause baby now I rocks with you
Look what I gots for you
Check the glove compartment, there's lots of zoots
If I pops the boot, I'ma pop a yute
Now keep it movin' like I got lots to do

It's a minor, minor
They don't like me, well I don't like you neither
But I don't pree them niggas 'cause I like vagina
In love with the pound, that's my rider, rider (ooh)

That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider
That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider
That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider
That's my, rider, rider
Rider, rider
Rider, ri-ri-rider