Lyrics:
the club
Bitches want free bud
It's not a thing we can't afford
Don't even say my name
We just rep my gang
It's not a thing we can't afford
We roll
walkin' by makin' our drinks filled
What would you do, if you was a Don
In a position to wild out with a Brazilian blond?
Or maybe you a honey and it's
and auditions
To be equal you must add or subtract
People who want to be equal's lives'
Are filled with subtractions and auditions
We will call you back and tell
and pop them semis
We call they buff and then pull up and show em no pity
Roll them woods up keep that fire by your side
Nigga throw your hood up Kuz we
foot by the foot in my fruit roll up
No cuts no stems no seeds straight THC indeed
I'm tryna get stoned like I'm staring into Medusa eyes
You ain't got
and you call them by their first name
Watching the clouds roll by bye bye
Sometimes I can hear this old earth shouting
Through the trees as the wind
Round by round the game unfolds our heads are caught in a spin
Warily taking our shots turn by turn, call him out to win at liars’ dice
The gambit roll
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy Ocean
Roll, like an 18-wheeler
That ho fine, but this ho a killer
She's
what you die by look like Pills and steel
Looking for some peace you gotta keep you one
Never stop hustling sun up to sun
Roll you up a wood for the ones
[INTRO]
Ye!
Wor Wor (Kai)
Ye! Ye!
Call me Dice Tendo
(Enswizz yeah yeah, na na na na)
[PRE-CHORUS]
Girl come whine for me girl
Girl come roll for me
(Verse 1)
Pull up hop out go out the back door,
They came with shots they fire we want more,
Roll out roll up kick in the front the door,
If we
me
You can even call me cold
These bitches knew as soon as they saw me
It's never me they'll get the privilege to know
I roll like a desperado, now
and roll
Call me a relic, call me what you will
Say I'm old fashioned, say I'm over the hill
Today's music ain't got the same soul
I like that old time rock
The big homie better hold up (hold up)
Big homie better hold up (hold up)
My whoadies 'bout to roll up (roll up)
Young whoadies 'bout to stroll up
we're gonna rock it all tonight.
It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend
Eight o'clock's when the show begins.
Get on the phone, call up all your friends
Ooh, Lord we're gonna rock it all tonight.
It's gonna be a rock and roll weekend
Eight o'clock's when the show begins.
Get on the phone, call up
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
no more
Roll it roll it roll it
Roll it 'til the morning comes
Oh burn it
Burn it before you getting smoked
Time goes by
(Time goes by)
I'm all
Yeah
And we can roll
We can roll (roll, roll)
Do whatever you wanna do tonight
Tell me & it's a go (go, go, go, go, go)
Nothing's promised, baby
The boxers by Versace
They call me young puertarachi
I be coolin I be mackin
The youngin making it happen
Fuck her with the jewelry on the type of timing I'm
Everywhere I go? I get a call back
"I roll a blunt everytime that I need
I roll a blunt everytime that I need."
That's what you think, it's all in yo feed
on the couch and put on something funny
Load the swisher load the bong load the pipe
Roll it right
if your gunna load it light pass it right
Right to me, mr
turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like Cheech and Chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint,
know me
Cool is back, give some skin, lay it on me
Groovy you could call it
Hip, yeah you could call we
Fikky sticky fingers stuck us, loot junkies
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