SG Bubba K - Let It Rock Lyrics

This is a story of a boy and a girl
She was ill, known it from the first that I seen her
Maybe Aphrodite or a queen like Latifah
Badass biddie wit' a book on her bosom
So imagine my surprise when she kicked it wit' a hoodlum
Call her senorita, she talkin' like Camila
Seductive warfare had me fightin' like guerilla
Culture in the pen, writin' letters on tortillas
I left it at the gate they wouldn't let me in the villas
Waitin' at the mailbox like "When she gonna write to me?"
Nigga had her locked down, he wouldn't let her type to me
Hit her in the DMs, P.M., free time
Didn't hit me back, so I had a little me-time
Funny shit is over with, I'm thinkin' on the long run
Seen her at the club wit' a nigga who was on one
Took her to the flo' and we dancin' like our last night
Nigga got so mad that he threw his lil' glass, right?
Wanna stay wit' me, but she thinkin' she should leave wit' 'em
I ain't tell her shit, but I know she shouldn't be wit' 'em
Got me feelin' stuck, oh fuck, shit outta luck
Had to settle down, sit back, wit' feelings in the tuck
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, (But we gon' let it)
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, (But we gon' let it rock)
She was holdin' them bucks down
Movin' to uptown
Sittin' on buckets and buckets of ducks now
Gettin' the bag now, private jet lag now
Cuttin' the tags now, da' cover of mags now
She all at the top now, electronic lock now
Move off the block now, she cream of the crop now
The shit she done copped now is already high-class
She more than a bag, with the bloodies and fly ass
You say that mami, but you ain't really live it
So I'ma need 180, 'dat behavioral pivot
All the gifts you've been given
But you waste em on joke niggas
Tryna' be in my bag
But you won't fuck wit' no broke niggas, so I'ma
Take a step back
And watch my shit rock
While you spend all your cash, and flex on Tik Tok
I wouldn't even bother, but there's something about her
And the simple fact is, I ain't leavin' without her
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, (But we gon' let it)
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, but we gon' let it rock
Rock
Rock, rock
She don't really like me (Rock)
But we gon' let it (Rock)
Then it's movement
Autumn and Winter the season's passing
But without the football money
I ain't seeing Mrs. Jackson
I'm, asking for my quarterback
Coupons at the drive-thru
Only get to see her at reunions of my high school
Suddenly I'm coming up
SG Bubba blowin' up
Met her at the Gala gettin' blasted 'til we throwing up
Smile on my face as I'm headed to the bathroom
Puttin' in her number and I'm feelin' I should act soon
Call her on the phone, sayin' "Baby let's go dancing"
Then we doin' baby-making dances like the Mansons
Watching cult classics, Killin' Klowns in Outer Space
Connection grew strong, like a plethora of router space
She geekin' like a young crush
Finally feeling satisfied
My heart was getting bigger, like the Grinch, my shit was magnified
Nigga feelin' gratified, had to put the work in
In the bio on the gram, got the only crib she twerk in
Got, got, got the only crib she twerk in
Only crib she twerk i-only, only crib she twerk in
Got the only crib she twerk in
Got, got, got, got (The only crib she twerk in)

This is a story of a boy and a girl
She was ill, known it from the first that I seen her
Maybe Aphrodite or a queen like Latifah
Badass biddie wit' a book on her bosom
So imagine my surprise when she kicked it wit' a hoodlum
Call her senorita, she talkin' like Camila
Seductive warfare had me fightin' like guerilla
Culture in the pen, writin' letters on tortillas
I left it at the gate they wouldn't let me in the villas
Waitin' at the mailbox like "When she gonna write to me?"
Nigga had her locked down, he wouldn't let her type to me
Hit her in the DMs, P.M., free time
Didn't hit me back, so I had a little me-time
Funny shit is over with, I'm thinkin' on the long run
Seen her at the club wit' a nigga who was on one
Took her to the flo' and we dancin' like our last night
Nigga got so mad that he threw his lil' glass, right?
Wanna stay wit' me, but she thinkin' she should leave wit' 'em
I ain't tell her shit, but I know she shouldn't be wit' 'em
Got me feelin' stuck, oh fuck, shit outta luck
Had to settle down, sit back, wit' feelings in the tuck
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, (But we gon' let it)
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, (But we gon' let it rock)
She was holdin' them bucks down
Movin' to uptown
Sittin' on buckets and buckets of ducks now
Gettin' the bag now, private jet lag now
Cuttin' the tags now, da' cover of mags now
She all at the top now, electronic lock now
Move off the block now, she cream of the crop now
The shit she done copped now is already high-class
She more than a bag, with the bloodies and fly ass
You say that mami, but you ain't really live it
So I'ma need 180, 'dat behavioral pivot
All the gifts you've been given
But you waste em on joke niggas
Tryna' be in my bag
But you won't fuck wit' no broke niggas, so I'ma
Take a step back
And watch my shit rock
While you spend all your cash, and flex on Tik Tok
I wouldn't even bother, but there's something about her
And the simple fact is, I ain't leavin' without her
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, (But we gon' let it)
She don't really like me
Sh-She don't really like me, but we gon' let it rock
Rock
Rock, rock
She don't really like me (Rock)
But we gon' let it (Rock)
Then it's movement
Autumn and Winter the season's passing
But without the football money
I ain't seeing Mrs. Jackson
I'm, asking for my quarterback
Coupons at the drive-thru
Only get to see her at reunions of my high school
Suddenly I'm coming up
SG Bubba blowin' up
Met her at the Gala gettin' blasted 'til we throwing up
Smile on my face as I'm headed to the bathroom
Puttin' in her number and I'm feelin' I should act soon
Call her on the phone, sayin' "Baby let's go dancing"
Then we doin' baby-making dances like the Mansons
Watching cult classics, Killin' Klowns in Outer Space
Connection grew strong, like a plethora of router space
She geekin' like a young crush
Finally feeling satisfied
My heart was getting bigger, like the Grinch, my shit was magnified
Nigga feelin' gratified, had to put the work in
In the bio on the gram, got the only crib she twerk in
Got, got, got the only crib she twerk in
Only crib she twerk i-only, only crib she twerk in
Got the only crib she twerk in
Got, got, got, got (The only crib she twerk in)