Lyrics:
call me the front man
Too much Cris' in the club not to get drunk
Too many bitches in the world not to fuck
Too much chronic in the studio not to roll
out for the white man in the blue van
R2 a bag I got you, you by the fruit stand
Sending money to Ama writing this he’s in Pollsmoor
Shamiel is also
a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in
eighteen years and
the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll
Her legend finally reached New York that Grove Street
of her eighteen years and the story was widely told
That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll.
Her legend finally reached New York, that
call em Deepthroat
I can see exactly what's behind cuz you're see thru
Free Smoke, Free Smoke, Free Smoke
Hand it to ya there you go that's a pre-roll
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call
She's makes me her role model
When I call she go come over eh
Beats by cypher
Walkover
Roll over
Walkover ah
Bingo
Cypher music
dey call me son
I still dey roll my loud sha, call me a holy thug
2019 when I started rap
Freestyles with a bit of style
Held the mic on a church altar
time rock 'n' roll
Call me a relic, call me what you will
Say I'm old fashioned
Say I'm over the hill
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that
If you trynna vibe wit me
Than pull up
Trynna smoke some loud with me
Than I roll up
No one else around
So I might be trynna fuck
Baby just ease up
bitch
Call her up yeah and she want a sip
Yea we rolling rolling rolling on a roll
Swerving in a foreign yea I do not pay no toll
Yeah we don’t pay no
hits
Cause I've heard about the place the call the Hitsville
Founded, grounded by the legendary
Berry Gordy
So let's roll
So Roll
To see my heroes
Let's
Can I take you on a ride with me
Show you how love should be
Show you off be my Queen
That's how you feel when you Roll'n Wit Me
Roll'n Wit Me
Roll
I’m at QT, chilling with a cutie
Sipping on booze, feeling on her booty
She said roll 2, I was thinking roll three
And you ain't even peep, she roll
Life death roll the dice Know you don't get to go twice
Don't ask back Make sure you call the surpins
When the bones-stop spinning Watch the grins
chillin,
And his bank roll 24 million
Go head and call her,
My pockets longer,
My walk is colder,
Nigga know I ain’t trippin,
Knew you keep other
roll deep on these
Put these MC's on deep freeze
Yeah, I roll deep on these
Put these MC's on deep freeze
Yeah
Man are getting killed by other
Alright Alright
Alright Alright
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
4 in da morning (morning morning morning morning)
You can call my phone (Baby you can call my
Be extra careful or the ones you call your partna
'Cause what they really is, is a busta out to rob ya
And, be weary of strangers bearing your God
I can't trust a soul in this bitch I'd rather roll by my lonesome roll by my lonesome
I can't trust a soul in this bitch I'd rather roll by my
smokey
Yeah this room is kinda hazy
Im lazy
Lookin over at my homie
Tell him that it's roll season
Roll it by the g
Roll it by the eight
Roll it by the quo
of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
Told that bitch take your shoes off, look don't even argue
Got your bitch tip-toeing
of those
Whippin' work it smelling like they dinner rolls
Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call a undercover, a pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles
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