J-roc - Dr. Pepper lyrics
J-rocwell
can a dude get the cooter cooter
can a dude get the cooter cooter
can a dude get the cooter cooter
can a dude get the
come here little lady sit on my lap
they call me j-roc so sick like clap
call me big roc J
from around your way
we can get it poppin
you can ride all day
call your big call me up
we got a pound of
know a few house parties
like kid and play
eyes stay glazed so i rock them shades
so i can show the girls that they are versays
i stay so fresh in my gucci polo
the kind of shit that make the lucys go go
ricky retardo
cause i got more dough
then they boyfriends or they husbands
we can throw a party
bring both of your friends
call up your cousins tell them to join in
snatch trap chicks
them girls is poison
they got them giving the curse
the quenchil thirst
cause we aint two steppers
and we aint hugh hefner
but you know we tryna bang
i got four white chicks
and they all got tips and they all got prada bags
im just tryna getcha
doctor pepper
getcha doctor pepper
im just tryna getcha
doctor pepper
getcha doctor pepper
woo hold up babe im at the top of my peek
im tryna see if your taste sour or sweet
or if you need somebody like me
who got that pepsi high C no caffine
nah mean
im tryna get the calories
the type that my dudes says bad for me
the type that give a dude cavities
so hop up in the mentally
just dont flatter me
the dude tryna see if theres room in the cooter
im fly i got wings like hooters
tryna get that good in like ?
riding shot gun in the two suiter
oh, i mean the two seater
young boy get high like bleachers
tryna see if you taste sweet like ritas
so learn from miss seata and hit it like jeter
cause we aint two steppers
and we aint hugh hefner
but you know we tryna bang
i got four white chicks
and they all got tips and they all got prada bags
im just tryna getcha
doctor pepper
getcha doctor pepper
im just tryna getcha
doctor pepper
getcha doctor pepper
ooh, feel i got a soda bottle
i tryna get to micky d's but aint ronald
money stacked high like i just won the lotto
my boy jay told me the motto so i must follow
i know a chick who could pop it like patty mayo
she got a thing for new york but she ain't tango
listen to dr. pepper it's her favorite single
got her number today i think i might mingle
so you can holler at philly sass and g streets
or my homie big john always bringing heat
seeing jose do it their damn way
and i cant forget my brother ajay
and my homie franco cody and b mo
told me not to trust a hoe
even rashawn know
d young and ryan rinker told me riches
and my homie t hayes told me never trust pigeons
doctor pepper
