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Aye Ross, sauce it up

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Dennis Rodman”

  • Produced: Ross Gossage
  • Written: Retro Nicotine
  • Release Date: August 13, 2020

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Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Dennis Rodman” Released in 2020

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[Intro]

Aye Ross, sauce it up

[Chorus]

I’m a outcast, Dennis Rodman
I feel this way, way too often
Chipped black nails, inhale my toxins
Plan to die, I pick my coffin
I’m an outcast, Dennis Rodman
I feel this way, way too often
Chipped black nails, inhale my toxins
Plan to die, I pick my coffin

[Verse 1]

Pick my poisons
Pick my profits
Take a picture
Change the topic
Sign a deal with the devil
I'm on it
Sell my soul for fame
I promise
Cut my wrists for pain
I’m Honest
Hot boy summer
I’ll be dead by august
I’m an outcast, Dennis Rodman
I feel this way, way too-

[Chorus]

I’m a outcast, Dennis Rodman
I feel this way, way too often
Chipped black nails, inhale my toxins
Plan to die, I pick my coffin

[Verse 2]

I feel like my brain is rotting
Smoke n' drink until
I’m crossing
Read my lips
I’m sick of talking
Crystal hearts
And diamonds dropping
CZs on my neck
It’s shocking
Couldn't tell from
How I’m rocking
I feel like I’m Dennis Rodman
1996 no stoppin'

[Chorus]

I’m a outcast, Dennis Rodman
I feel this way, way too often
Chipped black nails, inhale my toxins
Plan to die, I pick my coffin

[Verse 3]

I got shit they want to copy
I got sickness in my body
Float like a butterfly
Sting like Ali
Kiss my lips
They taste like molly
Stay with sticks
It feels like hockey
Fuck that bitch
That bitch so gnarly
Retro Rodman fill the lobbies
Coughed up blood so its a party