Boc Lyrics

[T-Rock:]
Black Reign, nigga
Y'all know who it is, nigga
Black Reign in this motherf*cker (A-Town)
Lord Infamous in this muh'f*cker (Memphis, Ten)
Rock Solid Music is definitely in this bitch, y'all know who it is, nigga (Uh hun)
This ya boy, T-Rock, nigga (Southside)
We came to squash all that bullshit
Y'all know how real it is (Real niggas get to the money, we breakin' bitches, nigga)
Money over bitches (This some pimp shit for you young nigga's minds)
We ballin' and breakin' hoes (Look)
Tell 'em, nigga

[Chorus: T-Rock]
We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough
Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control
Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls)
Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes)
Bitches in every city, got bitches in every city
We ballin' and breakin' hoes, achievin' it, gettin' dough
Choppin' on 24"s, I'm pimpin' out of control
Gettin' paper in rolls (Rolls)
Keep a hoe out her clothes (Clothes)
Bitches in every city, got bitches in every city
We ballin' and breakin' hoes

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
These narcotics making the Infamous feel so erotic
I'm a 'bout to throw a motherf*ckin' p*ssy party
Come from up so quickly, bustin' the guts of freaky sluts
Slide ya tounge
Down the pole
Then ya lick up on the nuts
Must be flashy
Classy, but must be super nasty
Hit the dope, and then I hit her doggie-style like Lassie
And every time we have a little clubhouse click
Hoe down
Pass The p*ssy on the left hand side
And lick me now
Four O's of tusk give dick the super powers
Bitch about to faint cause I been f*ckin' her for hours
And when I'm on this trip, the dick
Won't go limp
I'm a try my very best to break your motherf*ckin' hip
On the X
And the 'yac
Some of this
Some of that
Tryin' to make you like
Quasimoto, hump
In ya back
Turn that bitch into your prey, 'fore you make that hoe your slave
Have that bitch rubbin' her p*ssy down with f*ckin' Ben Gay

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: T-Rock]
We pimpin', peep the prognosis
Game is fearless, ferocious Pimpin' hard and atrocious, my visions remain in focus
Picture me on your T.V.
Makin' pimpin' look easy
Ain't no freebies
My bitches work nightly, monthly and weekly, yo homie
I keep it winnin', the product I push is women
Dolemite ain't got shit on the way I put down to pimpin'
I put your bitch out of business
Work with proper precision
Tell your mama
"Get with this, or witness the game get vicious"
I came to put fear in stitches
Plus a dick in your misses
Don't be surprised
If your bride is one of my bottom bitches
I politic
With nothin' more than dimes and what
Hoes'll practice proper groomin'
Sellin' ass on websites
Sendin' me money through Western Union
Getting money from a check in this business, they put 'em on internet, peep out their intellect
Getting these bitches for once in their pocket, I'm all about process, I'm swoopin' in silhouette
Money got my pockets fatter than elephants, bitch, if it ain't about chips, it's irrelevant
Half the battle is image, I glisten my diamonds quicker than [? ], I'm a bankin' it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: II Tone]
It all started at the age of twelve, servin' fiends and raisin' hell
These bitches say they love a nigga, "Can you make my pockets swell? "
Your conversation, time wastin', money is my motivation
Come and join the team
Sellin' p*ssy is a occupation
Niggas out here grillin' lanes
Savin' bitches, break the change
Your wife
Is a hoe nigga, go and let her do her thang
Cross her teeth
Dot her eye
Who gon' be her aliby
Hand that hoe a blunts
If a bitch, ever try to lie/lye
Hard for a pimp
No, it's harder for a mack
Pimpin' hoes, sellin' weed, sellin' blow, sellin' crack
Since the birth of me
Pimpin' in my pedigree
Got my game
Got my swag, got it all from Barber Lee
Got it down
Bitch
Wipe the table
With a big ass
And this slut
Come up short fo sho
She gon' beat her ass
She don't turn heads, motherf*cker, cause she break necks
All about the cheese, peep game, we don't take checks

[Chorus]

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