Tony Rome Freestyle
You wanna roll around town like Tony Romo
You think you can fuck with this nigga? Well, oh no, no
Bitch, you didn't know that I was a motherfuckin' pimp see
You know you can't fuckin' stick and move me like Jack Dempsey
I'm fuckin' come through, nigga, sippin' on that Pepsi
You know I make these niggas get dizzy like the Gillespie
Uh, and then I might just take a Espy award
And smash it off your fucking floorboards
Naw, bitch, don't fuck with me
I'm that motherfuckin' nigga, you'll be history
Like my name was motherfuckin' George Washington
You know, motherfucker, I coming in busting in
The room like the motherfuckin' Hulk
I sell this pimp game by the bulk
You'll choke off these words I say
Motherfuckin' bitches drinking on the Hennessy
Think you playin' a game, but I am the game
You motherfuckin' bitches gonna holla out my name
Hotter than Soup, I hope you got your loot
You cannot recoup once I start drinking that Gin and Vermouth
I'm up in the booth, from the basement up to the roof
You want some credit? Well, bitch, here's the proof
Off and on, motherfucker, like me to the break of dawn
I'm on the lawn
I got you motherfuckers running in place
Uh, here's a taste of a little sample
Hotter than Soup, motherfucker I'll dismantle
You and your whole goddamn squad
Oh my lord
You think you can fuck with this nigga? Well, oh no, no
Bitch, you didn't know that I was a motherfuckin' pimp see
You know you can't fuckin' stick and move me like Jack Dempsey
I'm fuckin' come through, nigga, sippin' on that Pepsi
You know I make these niggas get dizzy like the Gillespie
Uh, and then I might just take a Espy award
And smash it off your fucking floorboards
Naw, bitch, don't fuck with me
I'm that motherfuckin' nigga, you'll be history
Like my name was motherfuckin' George Washington
You know, motherfucker, I coming in busting in
The room like the motherfuckin' Hulk
I sell this pimp game by the bulk
You'll choke off these words I say
Motherfuckin' bitches drinking on the Hennessy
Think you playin' a game, but I am the game
You motherfuckin' bitches gonna holla out my name
Hotter than Soup, I hope you got your loot
You cannot recoup once I start drinking that Gin and Vermouth
I'm up in the booth, from the basement up to the roof
You want some credit? Well, bitch, here's the proof
Off and on, motherfucker, like me to the break of dawn
I'm on the lawn
I got you motherfuckers running in place
Uh, here's a taste of a little sample
Hotter than Soup, motherfucker I'll dismantle
You and your whole goddamn squad
Oh my lord
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Writer(s): Gerald A Edwards
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