Lyrics:
up you won't get it up
You won't show dice with a deuce at me
In the club are like 30 bands
Going hard till I prove something
Going lie on him he
Rock and roll widow, lover by trade
Lives to tell who's been made into love
Living her life, reds, beds, most every night
Widow carry on 'til
than a bitch and you in debt
Spending your money take it step by step
Got all these bands they keep adding and adding
Be dripping with Diamonds like I'm
It's a renewal of energy, the truest amenity
The truest of remedies, it's soothing my memories
As the waterfall plunge with power
I approach
the road)
I can count this money with my eyes closed
(My eyes closed) ride by you, bye bye, hoe
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause I'm 'bout my rolls, bitch
I'm
on that ass, that's an ass-state
Roll–roll–roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say, Ye, say, Ye, don't we do this every day–day? (Huh?)
I work them
And the faces start beaming
And the rock and roll begins to
Send them all screaming
For the band that will work it's way in
Rock the town
They fuel all
hating on me fuck the fame
Nigga I do not want it
I just want that bag I gotta stack it with my fucking family
Written By: D.Montfort & W.Jones Jr
myself goin' down
50 bands, with a whole 100 rounds
Judgement Day, we gone burn up the town
Sick of recording
Am I tired of gettin' money? That's never
melting
mourns the pier they knocked down
gone were the dances
the pies served up with peas
and the coatham it’s still standing
but now aged by the sea
I'm playing this game and I'm one up
In the studio plotting my come up
I fuck with the bands, I slide with the drummers
I stay with some brass like I
that Old Bay taste
The brass band was seven pieces
My bitch's name is Peaches
We got twin Mac elevens with the features
Shit you barely got sneaker money
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
like hiphop's been replaced
By kids with scribbles on their face
Now I'm faced with a bigger quest
What's it really take to be the best
All I gotta do
the power cause my name is Zach
I don't give up on the stuff that don't last
I made a band with a couple of brass Yuh
Yuh
I got trombones and the bass in
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
Girl, you love me
You roll me away.
You always fill my heart with wonder
You always fill my soul with love
You always fill my lips with kisses
Girl, you love me
You roll me away.
You always fill my heart with wonder
You always fill my soul with love
You always fill my lips with kisses
in love yeah
I cannot with no regular bitch
I cannot fuck with no regular hoe
Face down I was down on the floor
Police had me I was up on a roll
I
the button on the phone and after a short wait
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
And your day will elevate
I’ll come by and we’ll get high
Like two birds
alone
They fucking fake the shit they say, it only make me stronger
Cut out the tops now your dawgs done went missin'
We clear out the block with
it...
Hope you people get a better understanding...
And roll with me... geah!
Let's get into it...
know bout it
After the lean she sleeps she having wet dreams of me with her Coke body
I got it, I got it
I pop it, he shot it
He roll it, I smoke it
I
yo' stomach and a knife in my hand, boy
Loading up the drum, let it bang, ain't no band, boy
Sleeping with the fishes, favorite meal is the sand, boy
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