Ten Toes Down Roc Marciano (Ft. Knowledge The Pirate)

[Intro: Roc Marciano]
Uh, yeah, you know we smoking the finest baby
Pimpstead bitch, uh, ball bitch
Never fuckin' with no ball bitch
Know'm sayin? Word up bitch, choose or keep it hoppin' hoe
You already know, lets go

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
My talk game, Sautee
Sauce is made by my friends Saucier
Austrian made, lady marmalade the chain cost an arm and leg
Look retarded on the neck
I'm talkin' net worth you talking on the net
Talkin' this and talkin' that, but in that Porsche I be talkin' less
Bitches don't be talkin' back
Fuckin' on that five thousand dollar water bed
Successfully, carjack your shit with no pulley
Pull up in that bullet, with your woman
Hoes be like "Oh no, he didn't", with no cеiling, they gon' feel it
Home-skillet, Kеnneth Cole's ten toes in em'
You're left in the cold trembling, like a penguin
Mercedes-Benz with the gold emblem, Olde English
James Bond: Goldfinger, go figure, Polo fuck that Hilfiger
My bitch got the illest figure you should go and tip her
Hoes bicker, I'm pourin' liquor; on a stripper, Slicker Ralph Lauren slipper
Snickerin' in somethin' foreign, twirlin' swishers