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XXL Magazine (feat. EDF)
by AJ Snow
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And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
I'm still rollin' weed, still rollin' weed, still filled with stress
Still chasin' M's, still chasin' dreams, still ain't got no rest
She trying to link, cause she know for sure I'm her best option
She already know, but today I'm chillin', got my feet up, watchin' a car auction
I stay true to myself, then switch up, watch my career blossom
My game cold, stone cold, bitch, I'm Steve Austin
State champs like Kevin Gamble and Ed Horton
I let him have the summer, now I'm back, recordin
Some things change, but it change for the better
Stayed in Cali, cause I fell in love with the weather
I'm by myself, one deep, and I'm with whatever
These niggas and these bitches ain't down to ride forever
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL
I started rollin' up weed, ridin' in a V12
Fresh from the trap, but I left my scale
Everything taxed, we ain't havin' no sale
The weed from the truck, it ain't come in the mail
Let me smoke my weed, but the pills off a sale
I'm in the backwoods, rollin' fresh kale
You got up at G-Time, bout to take sale
Gotta jump off, she a time from where
Grabbin' on her weave while we at the hotel
Presidential suite but you really can't tell
These niggas really copy, Y'all really can't tell,
They copy Pimp C and we know that y'all fail,
Break a zip down on the double XL
My nigga got life, he ain't get no bail
He coulda beat the shit, but he really didn't tell
Shoulda put Greg on the case, he can't fail
Real player shit, I just lead by example
We the young niggas that the old heads sample
Big poppin' shit from Cali to Acampo
Get talkin' ice off a heater, no trombo
Runner gets OP, watch it get trampled
Fuck with EDF, that's the H-Town stamp
Original player, we shine like lamps
She a bad bitch, let her hang in the trap
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
I'm still rollin' weed, still rollin' weed, still filled with stress
Still chasin' M's, still chasin' dreams, still ain't got no rest
She trying to link, cause she know for sure I'm her best option
She already know, but today I'm chillin', got my feet up, watchin' a car auction
I stay true to myself, then switch up, watch my career blossom
My game cold, stone cold, bitch, I'm Steve Austin
State champs like Kevin Gamble and Ed Horton
I let him have the summer, now I'm back, recordin
Some things change, but it change for the better
Stayed in Cali, cause I fell in love with the weather
I'm by myself, one deep, and I'm with whatever
These niggas and these bitches ain't down to ride forever
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL, yeah
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed on the double XL
I started rollin' up weed, ridin' in a V12
Fresh from the trap, but I left my scale
Everything taxed, we ain't havin' no sale
The weed from the truck, it ain't come in the mail
Let me smoke my weed, but the pills off a sale
I'm in the backwoods, rollin' fresh kale
You got up at G-Time, bout to take sale
Gotta jump off, she a time from where
Grabbin' on her weave while we at the hotel
Presidential suite but you really can't tell
These niggas really copy, Y'all really can't tell,
They copy Pimp C and we know that y'all fail,
Break a zip down on the double XL
My nigga got life, he ain't get no bail
He coulda beat the shit, but he really didn't tell
Shoulda put Greg on the case, he can't fail
Real player shit, I just lead by example
We the young niggas that the old heads sample
Big poppin' shit from Cali to Acampo
Get talkin' ice off a heater, no trombo
Runner gets OP, watch it get trampled
Fuck with EDF, that's the H-Town stamp
Original player, we shine like lamps
She a bad bitch, let her hang in the trap
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
And I'm still rollin' weed
On a double XL
