Lyrics:
you bitches
Roll up like Robin Hood
And steal your riche's
Take it like a man
When I steal your bitch's
I'm the man right in front of your Face
Come
'round detentions in my flip-flops
(Zino Records)
Tick-tock, this is trap music, this ain't hip-hop
Man ain't fist-fightin', man would lick shots
[K RoC ]
Hoe, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me
Throw a chump
and run a man through da crowd
He gonna give me sumthin
Brap Rap my niggas
I roll
Yeah nigga I do this fuckin' shit
Count money, get my hair braided by your bitch
She drivin' me around town, nigga
Where I'm at nigga? Dog
ready to do it again
Light that chronic, where my gin?
They lettin' real niggas up out of the pen
Roller skate, now roll again
I hit my sweet spot,
now
Hmm, sing with me
In the arms of cobwebs
Roll me out
In the arms of cobwebs
Once she found a man to treasure
And together they'd planted
cosmetic
More rounds than a ferris wheel
On another ferris, i come from working under pressure like a combat medic
We move different, you rock and roll, we
Christmas
To ask for a wishlist
We can keep the record spinning, baby rock with it
Baby just rock with it
Somebody called the chauffer, I ain't even talk with
at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if you tryna roll
Bucket to the least son
done, you're my magic
Give me magic, you're my number one
I'm a magical mystery man
You're a rhyme by Edgar Allan Poe, you're my magic
You're my magic
crazy there's another world on the other side of town
Pastor rollin' up in that Rolls
Pullin' up in that Holy Ghost
Preaching, while niggas dying by
to the river
I've been delivered
Into the hands that reach to hold
Tupelo rock n roll
Sing it in the kitchen
And pass the ammunition
Turn all your tears of blue
get a country girl
I don't really care if you've got land
All I wanna do is rock n roll to the band
So dosey doe, two step to sunrise
If
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
workin' its never just One-0 oh,
Disrespect, get checked,
Snatch you up by your neck,
Young money tryin'a be the man too quick,
Homie this ain't
a true piece of filth
Roll his ass over then take what you will
Ain't showing off
Just makin paper
Two by two on the boats for labor
Piss in his ice tea
At the same time
So we all just walked back home
And asked for a good rock n roll delivery
So they brought us the stone and the rolls
And it was like, do it
Nelson
Willy Tillman
Paul O'neil
Corey Carter
Tayler Rock
And many more
Black lives matter
Black lives roll call 2
Black people we matter too man
ROLL CALL
Saturday-ay
(Is the word, is the word, is the word)
Now as you pump your fist I reminisce
To a bounce, rock, skate, roll
Fess to impress
Hey, pretty
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
bring up a name yeah
I was down when I heard I can never let go
Cocking guns in my city
Man we got the pay roll
They be standing by your side
Man that
eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous
clothes
But I use to rock my bro's hand me downs
On the road taking the bus to Barrydowne never made honor roll, my family let down
Putting me
the night, who roll the tight
Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp?
Boot Camp, survivin the preview and
Comin through, representin Boot Camp Clik
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