Roll In Peace [Remix]
Migos, Gucci Mane
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We no game We no game We no game We no game Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit (we no game) Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit (we no game) In the kitchen with a lot of white (white) I done fucked a lot of niggas' wife (smash) Make a milli, then I make it twice (M's) Bought that Wraith and had the ceilin' light (Wraith) I like a bitch with some cellulite (ooh) Tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh) Used to ask what the lick was like (where?) Now I'm askin' what the Lear look like (huh?) Niggas copy, Mike Tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh) Smokin' cookie, yeah, that's dynamite (cookie, woo) Lamborghini, white on white (Lamborghini) All these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white) Takin' chances, had to roll the dice (aye) Send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt) Born with it Count a hundred thousand start snowin' with it (hundred) Go and get it Thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah) Bitch I'm O-Dog from Menace (urr) You trappin' hard for pennies (go) Hop in the frog, it's tinted (skrrt) Askin' the Lord, forgive me (hey) Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit (we no game) Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit (we no game) We know gang Pop me a missile (ayy) Take me a picture (flash) Get right witcha (I'ma get right witcha) Lit like Christmas (like Christmas) White like tissue (white) Drank too official (drank) Cut like scissors (cut) Boy got wisdom (wisdom) Fuckin' on vixens (smash) Whole gang itchin' (itch) Fuckin' with the wrong one, trippin' Thirty round extension for the tension (brrt) Hundred round drum, listen F*ck around and end up missin' (brrt) Get 'em knocked off for a ticket Have my young nigga do the sentence Aw man, whip up the white, Wendy Pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope) Rockstar livin' life, Lenny You can do better, never settle Keep a Beretta, case of the pressure (brrt) I tell the plug mail 'em Which way? Dat way, tell 'em, ayy Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit (we no game) Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit Ball player shit (we no game) Man it's Gucci Mane the Goat 'Cause I'm at these rappers throats I'm like Scarface on a banana boat, I'm tryna keep afloat Yeah it's Wop the Guwopster I live like a mobster Eat shrimp and lobster I flew in with the chopper Breaking bread that's my breakfast Two bitches I'm so selfish I wanna cut her off Her head too good it got me helpless Ya should feel embarrassed I just touched down in Paris My homie said he single but his side bitches are married Save some for the drummer though Give some to the DJ I feel this my summer So I'm throwing cash in Privé Flush it on the freeway I cash but not 3k Countin' cash for three days and all my pussy's prepaid
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Written by: Radric Davis, Quavious Marshall, Kirshnik Ball, Kiari Cephus
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