Lyrics:
So y'all keep smokin' that good-good
Help ya fly along, high
High in the sky
Roll a Cigarillo, fire it up n' hit it
Feels so good man, it's hard
at the bathroom
Shit's bananas, baboon (Wanna fuck Eden Sassoon)
I wear what I want
Can even jerk off
Kick my feet up
Roll some weed up
I wear what I want
Can even
can be our own role models in time
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
dated?
Or whatever that was, it faded
Her sister was ten times better, than she
Hundreds of days have since gone by
Everything’s changed, but not my
buying shoes
New bag new jewels gotta play by rules
Hottest in the game breaking news
Calling me Bishop I got the Juice
Call me Bishop I got the Juice
I
"Like they used to say" *repeated in background*
[Common]
We dealin wit some very critical and crucial times
Some of the most critical and crucial
Let all the good times roll on me
And you should roll with me
You should roll with me
No worries, no worries
You should roll with me
You should roll
I'm shaking the feeling of crappy
Happy in my life, and my aura to match me
While I keep a good vibe, although life could slap me
Like that
Gotta roll
just want you to do me
Those kind things wey we dey see For movie
Wey dey sweet my body each time You cruise me
So Do your duty
Oh Judy
Come and roll
crack, shit
Smokin boodah's off that brown orange boodah
Stabbin motherfuckers in the back, I ain't afraid to do ya
Roll wit niggaz, that's the same,
Nigga but you didn’t execute
Survivals my only hope success
Is the best revenge
He always there by my side
Ben Franklins my only friend
The hundreds
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ
want liquor
I just wanna see you been hella long
Even though I know you ain't comin' home
I'm slidin' by your house rollin' up strong
One more time
Just
a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in
Then a stranger sang
With voice like the wind
Then the hills began, to sing,
"Welcome in."
Time rolls on, ain't no good to sit and moan
Time rolls
like 2 times 2
I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
Cold red
Money clippers if a nigga fold bread
That will feed four people for
The next four
a good old wine or rock 'n' roll
If it feels real good let it move your soul
But if it hurts to say her name, baby let go
First time for both of you
with voice like the wind
Then the hails began to sing welcome in
Time rolls on, ain't no good to sit alone
Time rolls on and so we traveled
in the street that I know, I
Only wanna hear one thing when I roll by
Good Morning, Good Morning, how we doing yall
Good Morning, yeah, Good Morning
I know it's old school n maybe i'm an old fool but rock n roll's cool hangin out in dance halls
Jukebox jitterbug foxtrot twist and shout, take yer
invented raps by bangin' on table tops
And takin' on any competition
Listen, they put hammers to your ribs
But I'm too legit to quit
They like Bishop
bad times way behind, nothing but good times on your mind
You can do it, roll with it, baby
Then you'll see life will be so nice, it's just a step up
ride
Ready, set, let's roll where the good ears and good times meet
Girl we can rev' it up right 'til we overheat
Just forget about the time get ya'
New beginnings, ah
New beginnings, wake up akh
The sun's goin' down
Time to start your day, bruh
Can't keep bein' laid off
Know you need the money
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