Lyrics:
even make it to a station
Might break down again
But I gotta keep turnin' the engine
Runnin' on
Runnin' on fumes
With just enough to get me by
N' there
want me to do Mix?"
Push freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' over gutters
Cars dip low with hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled into Arco
Cops on tip
the tank on E Now she wanna ride with a young OG
Shawty wanna top for a check Tell a ho give me respect
Young nigga rollin through the west side Baddie takin
tryna get by
Don't you know we gon' get by
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Down these streets
Please won't you just pray
Won't you pray for me
calming u down
So good that u don't want me to bother u now
Now listen here
Come and kick it with the players, ghetto majors and the thumpa
sprayers.
Tell em what the fuck goin on with that
Big blunt rollin, big bottle poppin
Big money throwin on the thick bitch droppin
You can hate all you wanna,
me to
If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
me to
If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
me to
If you're goin' my way, I'll go with you
Movin' me down the highway, rollin' me down the highway
Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all
the chronic
Pour up the potion
You know that I've got it
I'm zonin'
Proceed with caution
I'm rollin'
Oh yea, oh yea
Picture me rollin' up all of my worries away
[Chorus]
In the club drinkin' with all my homies
And ain't no worries tonight 'cause we poppin' off
Don't bite me, but if you wanna fight me
It ain't
When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open
When I'm rollin' through the trap with my doors open
Catch me rolling through the trap with my
the door when I'm with ya
Let me be the first to say I got hurt in play
I been cursed before, he got work to do
He not perfect but he no worse than dude
smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
Yeah come on love
This me right here
Yeah You Going to
Fuck with this love
Come on
Yah neighborhood
This for all my hood niggas
You know
From
digits and a later date, I'll fuck with you some more
Meanwhile rollin' on chrome, every lil' mama
I run into wanna take me home
Tryna' give 'em all
Vibe with me
Tetrahydrocannabinol
Got it soothin' my brain
Medicate for all my aches
Yeah I smoke for the pain
Terpenes all react different
I got all these questions
Tell me one thing one thing
Tell me you want me no matter what's up on the
Road and
Rollin
Everyday I want you to
Tell me
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucker in a uniform waitin' to get shot
By me or another nigga
And with a gat it don't matter if he's
we rideeeeee
Blowin smoke by the O’s and it’s potent
(By the O’s baby)
Now they movin slow motion
How we rideeeeee
We roll
We roll
(We rollin
sauced it
With lsd
Now on uv
Whole 'nother album
Give me 3 days
What is the outcome
I get the pay
Song by the hour
I got the power
Money will shower
Dick
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