Lyrics:
now
Bring it back up and roll it all around now
Clap clap your so good clap clap (Clap Clap!)
The way your bendin' it over clap clap (Alright)
Your
You want lyrics? We give ya lyrics. Check it out now, one time
(Do it, do it, do it)
When we come in all de dance 'nuff D.J.'s shut up, woy!
another one, roll up elect
Let's get high, I love you
Pose for me like the bad girls do
I already like you, well, me too
So light it up and just pass it
wife at the club
That Jesus He be showing me love
They said I wasn't gon' make it Kirk
I know how that sound
It's only by His grace I can say 'look
[Mannie Fresh talking]
Yea, yea, yea
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now its yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie
Fre Fresh
Hero
Where the hell you been at DJ
I say, hollup, hollup, hollup, okay
I'ma roll up, roll up, roll up, roll up, till I can't fuckin' feel my face
SRT
hoo
Dance with me when the lights get low
Feel the summer breeze when I hold you close
DJ play and let the good times roll
Roll
Hands in the air when
Whine up by Nick Doo Ug
intro:
(ah aah aah Andre on the Beat)
me ah de song writer and singer bashir drie zee
along side my bwai Nick Doo
chorus:
Roll up a leaf
You know what's some fuck shit
When niggas yell match on a fresh batch
Show up with nothing to roll up with
Like let me get a wood bro You
Talking about she gone
Say she want that Luis bag I [?]
[?] you niggas know [?]
I could get your [?]
Why you niggas bitching with me, come down to [?]
C'mon, move that thing, mami, move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the DJ, pump, p-p-pump, pump it up, nigga
I see
Yeah
Girl if you mine
You know what I'm gone do for you
I'm gone put you on my pay roll
Iced money baby
Yeah
Uh now she love me for my ambition
the racks on me
I just been counting my dollars
Got a new bitch imma call her
All of this ice on my collar
The Fendi
The Luis
The Prada
I roll up the gas
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies
hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll, it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 50
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
insurmountable
Bankroll unaccountable, down at the phantom blue
Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew
Guess what she's down to do, roll up a pound or two
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
stackin' my paper till the game done change
Cause I love me a bank roll fuckin' right 'cause with out it who am
Make the haters wanna cry
drive by
I get high I get high I get high
Roll up another one roll up another one
Roll up another one roll up another one
Roll up another one roll up another
Roll it over and move on up just
A trifle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, early in
and rock it
Roll it over and move on up just
Triffle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over, roll over Beethoven
Rockin' in two by two (woo)
Well
and rock it
Roll it over and move on up just
A trifle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll Over Beethoven rockin' in two by two
Well, early
and rock it
Roll it over and move on up just
Triffle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over, roll over Beethoven
Rockin' in two by two (woo)
Well
and rock it
Roll it over and move on up
Just triffle further and reel and rock it
Roll it over
Roll over Beethoven
Rockin' in two by two (ooh)
Well,
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