Roll Up Re-Up
AKA, Emtee, Wiz Kid
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It's the re-up Don't f*ck around, I got my pistol on me So much money, I got money only I let ma momma hold a hundred thousand I let my sister hold two hundred thou Krapa, fasa, baba let's Private jets in my gates Ka fona uba yabu let Ya bana manje sa baleka Rasta roll up the weed one time Gimme that cheese one time I wanna feel cool one time Gimme that tree one time F*ck that bitch one time Rasta Roll up the weed one time Gimme that cheese one time I wanna feel cool one time Gimme that tree one time F*ck that bitch one time I pray Love comes my way She knows she loves my way My love for money got me working on a Saturday My love for money got grindin' on a Sunday I know You love my way I pray Love comes my way My love for money got me working on a Saturday My love for money got me grindin' on a Sunday If she trippin', leave that bitch alone That's why you never catch a nigga sober Hot boxin' till the spliff is over I'm never scared got no pistol on me Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out up the jays Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains No matter what I know they see us I see they yeaying that this re-up Stop talking like a trio This is no remix, it's the re-up Azishe one time Sphile one time Akufiwe one time Sis'vuse one time Sin' bize one time Nani fike one time Roll up one time Can't we smoke some, one time I am on the scene, clever, ungazo ngtshela I got wiz I got super mega Do it if you think you better Ngizoku shaya nge scima if you think you clever If she trippin' leave that bitch alone That's why you never catch a nigga sober Hot boxin' till the spliff is over I'm never scared got no pistol on me Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out the jays Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains I am catching flights when niggas catch emotions These flashing lights will make you loose your focus That's the reason I am so anti-socal Season after season, cheese in my disposal A week in Mozambique to catch my breath Smoke a lot thing, brush up on my Portuguese Yeah. the crown heavy on my head its a lot of pressure Clouds in Marrie Jane, help me get perspective Higher grade, coming down, blowing pounds, ganja clouds Way way out in London town Nearly missed my baby ultrasound We been through this shit before Niggas talking, breezy on the TV That's the cliq in all Trouble is what you looking for When the fam come through All we can do is flex, tryna make handsome look Shout my Sandton crew. Emtee we in the sitch Feel like is time to roll another jay, yeah yeah Watch me suffer from success (it's the re-up) If she trippin' leave the bitch alone That's why you never catch a nigga sober Hot boxin' till the spliff is over I'm never scared, got no pistol on me Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains
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Written by: AYODEJI IBRAHIM BALOGUN, KIERNAN JARRYD FORBES, MTHEMBENI NDEVU, NKOSI MFANAFUTHI, SOLOMON KGOSITHEBE MAHUMPELO
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