Lyrics:
up what you owe or else them boys will make you bleed
Seems to be DJ's and MC's and gold and Nike's
We roll deep for the money we don't want no
Max, tell the bitch call me daddy nigga (curreal)
I be gettin' the street money like Bankroll (uh-huh)
Tooted up in the air like a stank hoe (shake
biography
The lyrical virtual also makes his return
All adversaries should be concerned
Ll Cool J is back again
Allow me to introduce you to my friend
time, I'd ask if you was ready (turn me the fuck up, bruh)
But I know there's no way you niggas was ready for what's about to happen (AraabMUZIK)
the music
Fill us with de dope track, lick us, twist us, roll us in your mouth
Light us up and take a hit, light us up and take a hit
Mmm, suck us 'til
up to paradise
You just roll with it, baby, yeah ha
You just roll with it, baby
You and me, just roll with it, baby
Come on and just roll with
people hofeta maburu
But I am just rapper
PhatPro is the DJ
Dlala Inumber ntwana yam lapho
Skiphe ziwe roll ijoint lapho zishe
Let me rap like the old me
although you ain't on a roof
The rhythm track from offside's to angles
Playing the wimp fight resist … strangle
You can't escape until the DJ's fingers up
In the streets deep, we roll through the city
Looks like it's time to eat, so yo who's with me?
Strictly, we keep it in the best perspective
Cause
was raised by a Queen
I never gave up on ma dreams
Am a King of ma own
Everyday I gat a plan
I make the day count
I make the moment last
Baby show me
Well, I'ma write this letter
Gonna mail it to my local DJ
It's the jamminest record
I want my jockey to play
Roll over Beethoven, I gotta hear
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
Oh hey it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over Beethoven,
I'm gonna write a little letter,
Gonna mail it to my local DJ.
Oh hey it's a jumpin' little record
I want my jockey to play.
Roll over Beethoven,
that roll that roll that break it down an
Gotta listen when G talkin
She gone listen when it’s me talkin
Tube socks with the pink Dophlin
I’m 2 gone
Put your hands on that ass and spank somebody
Got my hands up like somebody rob me
Boy, if you got bait, let me see your money
Small dick, get no
the DJ's fingers up
So play like a phone or coat and just hang it up
The speakers pumping out sounds and hip words
Lines between the rhythm designed
you got me rollin'
I'm rollin' searchin' underneath the sun
Yeah aw, come on
Hell, yeah days roll by, they roll too fast
I say days roll by, I watch
Bitch Check the score
Who Up it's me nigga, I'm winning by like four
I say Treyo man let's goo
Ayo DJ can you turn me up some more
Ask around I get
wanna see
Show me love
Show me love
Tonight
Crack a bottle roll it up show me love
It's on, tonight
DJ crank it, get it banging, show me light
Show me
Yeah, I learned it from the radio
How to wake up
How to work tough
How to roll up those sleeves
How to throw down
How to get loud
And what to put
the DJ one time when you all up in the club
My guy you should roll it now now
I swear them go feel am
I swear them go feel ah am
I swear them go feel am
of this bank
I hold, and bring up the brothers whose down
to roll, and keep all the shit under my control
That's how I'm livin, I check my bank
Chorus: DJ
Ayo, I smell something burning up
So I throw it up, and I put it in the air
(Tell that DJ, turn it up
While I roll it up, and I, put it in the air)
scred (je m'arrache en scred)
Elle saute sur mon zgeg, j'turn up dans sa schnek sur du DJ Snake
Jok'chirac est dans le building
La présidentielle est
.jpg/214px-Jelly_Roll_Morton_(c._1927).jpg "Jelly Roll Morton")
Discuss these roll me up by dj luis Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In