Lyrics:
it...
Hope you people get a better understanding...
And roll with me... geah!
Let's get into it...
really hang around is real niggas (yeah)
I can crack any bitch with a DM (with a DM)
Beam reflect off his head like it' 3M
My brother still sit by
cancer
Put my bitch in Louie she forgot her manners
Blow it by the O
I sauce on hoes
I'm hot I know
Bad bitch on coke
Give her my weed and she roll
Took me
right away
If it's up, we gon' make a bitch nigga fly away
Relative said he got em' for me, I just pay a band
To get a seenthie roll like this, you gotta
of a brass band I thought I could see her
In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame
Just a little bird floating on a hurricane
I was flat on my
It's lit!
Boss up
Sauce up
Floss up
Dat Drip!
Stacks above the rim
Go hard with the M's
Do it all again
Déjà vu the bands
Bank roll bank roll, Best
her diss you.
Cause if she roll wit us,
She wont even miss you.
[Game]
Pop rubber bands when I throw a stack,
Before it hit the ground she throw
Yeah... on our New York, Shish
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
You can tell by how I walk with it
Tims on fitted hat plus the way I talk with it
So New
source
And of course, its carried with me where I go
Varied in place and time so buried with me when I go
And I know, That the heart is where the home is
the bands
Bring it back, you don't walk with the fire You don't man, you don't go with the flows
You don't gag, yeah, uh I roll up, I put my day in one
Pop
a gram of kush and roll it in a blunt, I blow it.
What I spent today you spend it in a month, yea I blow it.
Blow, blow, blow that money like a candle.
paddy is torture
Kept a straight face I'm
Faced with a dilemma
Read the stranger's letter or put
It in a trash can
I heard a brass band pass by, I can
And stuck with lust so trust
Me when I must
Fly by in my cabriolet
Candy painted, violet
Light your soul and fire it
And it'll make you desire it
Ultra high
Cham style
Got some Trini girl to soak it up, ShamWoW!
Damn child, you're killin 'em
Fillin' 'em, drillin' 'em with serums, of pure noradrenaline
round the roll)
Search on the roll (search)
[Together]
With your finger nail
Again and again
And again and again
[Jermaine]
And again...
[Brett]
Whoa,
Damn here we go again, ay
I just be countin' these bands, ay
Driving a rolls down the block, ay
I'm gonna stunt cuz I can, ay
Whippin' a 4 by 4, know
the stu, I'mma face it
Far from the basics
I do what I do, just do what you can
Roll with the punches, roll up some grams
Ball with a budget, still making
Really wish a nigga would try to put a band on me
He gon fucking loose his life he put his hands on me
And imma fucking Kurt angel imma stand on it
I
on stage. Loving every second of the blessing: hope it don’t fade. Made a resolution with the mirror: Be yourself for the rest of your days, and you’ll only
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
bands i need a pack
Used to record on a laptop now i'm on a MAC
Treat him like a poker card bitch i'm finna jack his ass
Altercations with the brass
free to the party
Bands on top of bands this ain't rubber bands this ain't rock and roll
When we flying out to France it ain't for romance we fuck on sum
a bitch drop low low)
Up all night grinding all alone
Forgein whip with foreign Hoe
It get cold when we up them poles
Never bend no never fold
Talking
Yuh, yuh yuh
Got like six bad bitches in the corner
All this green got me lookin' like a sauna
My bitch bad, you can tell by the Fendi
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