Letra de ' Bomb Shelter (feat. Willie the Kid) ' de Roc Marciano

Take the top off like a soft drink
Caught the law only pour pink
Like Himalayan salt
I'm the latest talk I want the latest car
Pouring gravy over filet mignon
Chain hanging on me baby that's Avianne
I'm different, this ain't what they be on
Sprayed you with this. 38 dawg
When it rain it pour, we made it storm
Tornadoes hit the Barbados shore, spin you like a ball
Might run down on you niggas like a bull, give you the horn
Don't need a bullhorn to get my point across on a song
Talk to me soft dog [?] (talk to me nice)
The Porsche Jeep wavy but I like the Audi more
Ride for my brothers, no matter what the county or the bounty costs
We don't do this for brownie points, just roll the window down and point
We wrote the codes thugs follow
We done worked all the bugs, now your home's a no fly zone
Might let a rocket go, you saw the God pop out the foxhole
With some shit you gotta hold over the collarbone
Make a helicopter explode, drop on side of the road
All you saw was fire and smoke
Let's push [?] respect it
What I cook in the pot and stretch, this is not for digestion (nope)
Strive for the best and I've been tried and tested
Through all the lies and deception
I copped the Patek 'cause time is precious (nice)
I copped the Patek 'cause time is precious

Nice and smooth like Smooth B I'm dead nice
Like Greg Nice, some red Nikes on Jones beach
Own my own club and my own drinks
Original nose, a sphinx, godly features
A crowd favorite like garlic bread, it's hard to reach us
Mass Appeal like Massapequa reaching my peak
Philanthropist get my beak wet, wavy like Keith Sweat
New furs, rainy days, the mink wet
I'm unfazed, I ain't blink yet, I'm unimpressed
A henchman, two for flinching, the crib like Benson
Cook base on the bunsen burner, you just a butler
On the cusp of a house nigga a stool pigeon
No kick back from the [?] he through kickin'
It's gunfire, jambalaya, stewed chicken
The ski mask way, pigeon hole [?] deal
Fuck rap, I cop a jungle juice in Jacksonville
I do this shit 'cause I'm nice, I'm married to the game
A pocket full of rice when the wedding came
Medicated like [?] medicinal smoke
In Michigan I'm well connected, judicial
I been official before this shit was beneficial
I pulled up from my boot straps, you bootlickin'
Copped booze from the bootlegger
Zip the leggings off your boot, knockin' boots
New crib in the boondocks, what else is new
Fly