Lyrics:
Petite nice body, skin and face sick
One I could shop with
Go uptown and cop with
She not a thug girl but my down chick
She know how to roll the weed
Roll up for Faith
I smoke up by myself
Me and miss Jane
It's bad on my lungs
Two blunts to the face
I got up way too high
What is this place
Posted in
rolling like a tire
She keep complimenting my attire
Fancy cars and clothes her desire
We get gritty when it's down the the wire
We gone keep spinning like
couldn't really be
Myself when I started winning
I started feeling that I can be
Myself i can do my
Accents, I can do my voices
I can do my faces, i can do
drop there but
I don't smoke
But all my niggas they be rolling up yeah
I don't smoke
But all my niggas they be rolling up yeah
I don't smoke
But all my
real niggas can relate to
Praying for the world like I'm tryna safe souls
They want a nigga down but I'm on my two feets
I'vee come really far to even
I ain't rolling blunts, man I'm rolling in my chair
If you don't like my style, yeah then I don't really care
Everybody knows that I take it day by
choppa sing
Call me young Pentium with no heatsink, yuh
They leg-locked my van up down by Kurt's angle
Worst thing, tho
That your music more generic than
I ain't tryna stop ya
(Shine) From my head down to my shoes
(Shine) Skritin' on twenty-two's
(Shine) Check my baby mama
(Shine) Whip Rovers, not
down my window
I'm candy paint with DVD's and PlayStation 2
I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
But I'ma hold it down like it's no
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
With a Beyonce face and some thighs like that
Attitude like Trina and a ass that fat
Fuck it I done told my cousin you can have that Lac
Gon get your
phone cause of face ID
You can catch me ridin out
Rolling up kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my
Yes
I have two tickets to the NAACP Awards
The Image Awards
Secret Servicemen, you can sit down
My seats are in the front row, I hate to be so
Picture me rolling nigga
KB
You should know that by now
Shout out Pac on this one
A legend in my eyes
Picture me rolling with my gold watch
Picture
Hard
1,2 and 3
Watching DVD's
BIC never on easy street
Fall down 7 times get up 8 no matter where I be
On the map I keep that as my philosophy
time or wrong place
Desecration is the smile on my face
The love I made is the shape of my space
My face, my face
Disintegrated by the rising sun
Bitch, I spit that Eazy-E, face to face, Smack DVD
I don't got no time for hanging out and all that E-T-C
Just cut the check, C-T-C, Godbody my physique
looking for a friend
Maybe you could swing by my room around 10
Baby bring a lemon and a bottle of gin
We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM
Baby
it)
Start speaking truth then they get up out yah face
Uh all facts y'all straight cap ya bars pre owned like y'all been watching smack
Ain't no DVD's
the benz both fully loaded
Picture me rolling
In A SLR
Down lake shore drive
Or in dat F105
Bruising up ocean drive
High as the gods in the heavens my nigga
Picture me rolling
Bandana tied u already b knowing
My arm out the window
I'm just waving at niggas so they see rollie
Ck in the back munching
closed he ain't even sleep
Say Boosie chill wit all that swervin' too much dope in here
Nigga slow down you betta think about Big Head and Pimp
Y'all
Dream by the stars on the darkest spot
Hope i made it right to the end
Break my chains no more more slave fam
Replacing the irons for diamonds 'stead
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