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LYRICS: Fetty Wap – Rover

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LYRICS: Fetty Wap – Rover

LYRICS: Fetty Wap – Rover

[Intro]
Ooh, s–t be dripping juice
That’s just what I do
Ooh, left wrist dripping juice
That’s just what I do, n—a
Ooh, I just bought a tool
I can’t wait to shoot, n—a
N—a, ooh “haha”
B—h
(?)

[Hook/Chorus – Fetty Wap]
B—h I’m riding with my m———-g chauffeur “skrrt, skrrt”
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers “money”
Make a hundred plays with my broker “a hundred”
Who the f–k is he?
I don’t know, skrrt “skrrt, skrrt”
Riding with my m———-g chauffeur “skrrt, skrrt”
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers “skrrt, skrrt”
Make a hundred plays with my broker “shmoney”
Who the f–k is he?
I don’t know, skrrt “Zoovie”

[Verse 1 – Fetty Wap]
B—h I’m from the 12
F–k a scale, I cut work up well
Came from busting sales
Fetty Cash, b—h they know me well
Really from the trap this ain’t no m———-g fairy tale
Her face up in my lap I grip the m———-g steering wheel
Ay homie, it’s a problem, we can’t shoot
I got homies watching from the roof
Looking at my engine it’s a coupe “skrrt, skrrt”
You got homies, I got homies too
You ain’t getting money, b—h, get on my level
Such a gold digger, tell that b—h get a shovel
Know some n—-s, had a shootout, then he told on his brother
Rat a-s n—a, you a cold m———-r

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[Hook/Chorus – Fetty Wap]
B—h I’m riding with my m———-g chauffeur “skrrt, skrrt”
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers “cash”
Make a hundred plays with my broker
Who the f–k is he?
I don’t know, skrrt “skrrt, skrrt”
Riding with my m———-g chauffeur “skrrt, skrrt”
Count a hundred G’s in my loafers “cash”
Make a hundred plays with my broker “aye”
Who the f–k is he? “yeah”
I don’t know, skrrt “Zoovie”

[Bridge – Fetty Wap]
Ooh, left wrist dripping juice
That’s just what I do, n—a
Ooh, left wrist dripping juice
That’s just what I do, n—a
Ooh, I just bought a tool
I can’t wait to shoot, n—a
N—a, ooh, I just bought a coupe
Where the f–k the roof, n—a

[Verse 2 – Fetty Wap]
I got killers in my m———-g backyard
Grew up in the trenches, I don’t act hard
N—a think I’m p—y, I’ll smack y’all
Pull up in a hooptie, let the MAC off
I just hit the mall with the black card
Had to spend a fifty, write the tax off
Million in a month, b—h I trap hard
I get what I want, I don’t act, dawg
GANG

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Produced By: Tay Keith

Released: April 30, 2018

Online Whiz!, I'm Somewhere between Humble & Hell-No! Follow me on Instagram & Twitter: @keshi_makhits

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