Lyrics:
ANDRE 3000: Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here
Well first of all, let me let you know who I am
Well, I
with ya
Don't wanna put no pressure on it
Let's just enjoy the moment
Come by and roll through
Come by and roll through
Catch a vibe and roll through
ANDRE 3000: Hello, well good evening ladies and gentlemen
What we like to do right here
Well first of all, let me let you know who I am
Well, I
(U dig U dig yeah)
(Leave Her lonely)
(I get it by my lonely)
(Ha Ha)
(What up Ob)
(Aye)
This that 3rd degree
This that roll it please
This that She
the flavor with the because it pays
It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies
Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie
from
up some more
As is above, so is below
Some feel the heat, yet some feel the cold
We are the souls, yes we have been chose
Some roll with angels
approximately 7:30 pm
By 7:45 I had the lolo
I'm rocking Gucci this is not a polo
I'm really printing this shit up on my dolo
He never made a trans I had to go
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
niggas Judas, I'm the son of Moses
Illuminated, resurrected as Selassie
Bob Marley through the trumpets on the day I die
Rolls Royces on dirt roads, we
Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'
But how we grind, it make the weather change for us
We roll through, but we never change for 'em
So
2021 by BGourd
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Created
Oct 6, 2021
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Man don't teach me in my suit
No leather skin I come
AM to PM, I had to hustle for a gig
Getting close to what I need, probably moving around the streets
White tee, khaki on, popping in blue bandana
let 'em hype you
Shit bag, give his ass a diaper (pussy)
Thirty-five hundred got him gone (yeah)
He got shanked by a lifer (21)
Put your bitch up
then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind
enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball
enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind on and
Forget the FED's
It's going down in H-Town, playa look around we ain't
Scared
We ball
a Harley (oh shit)
I'm just tryna to smoke a blunt, no Bacardi
Doin' a buck eighty in my new 'Rari (vroom)
Roll up, spark up, like I'm Bob Marley
Get high
the best are imploring
So let me introduce myself
Coming off 03 to profuse my step
It's so hot that you'll go lose yourself
In a stone cold belt
Feel so
upper echelon
Hustler hustler she only open shop for the customers
She pulling up at 10 pm white toes big shades
Thigh highs on gates and broadway
Main
to you.
He's, he's from um, the Czech Republic.
And I wanted to read you this quick letter by the cat because he's just amazing. And he wrote one
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
in my ear when they come by
They look at me like I'm an alien, a gypsy
I'm gettin started ima never let a hoe slide
This what I wanted so I do it on my
then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind
then you know it's us
S.U.C. and the Drank Baby, if it ain't Screwed up it
Ain't slow enough
Bob your head man roll your red, get your grind
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