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Taydatay - Roll 'Em Up lyrics
well it's the cream of the crop we straight flow from the block the party ain't over till I'm pullin' out the glock unnecessary, that I unleash the real I rubbin' you the right way like Johnny Gill feel, a nigga tryin' to put it down on the town even though all the hatas being around I still clown with the sound that will keep you pumped I'm pushin' nothin' but this motherfuckin' gangsta funk when I skunk creepin' with my ACG with the Vegas and the weed got to let the brain feed not a bad boy but I put it down like Mase in the thug category tryin' to shake the face game lace tighter than a pair of new Jordan's holdin' down the line like my name Ken Norton for the team rollin' up nickels like green bud and you hatas in the town got to show me love [chorus] I got sacks of weed and we can hit the cuts and roll 'em up roll 'em up when you dealin' wit the mob fool you know what's up cause we'll roll you up roll you up when you in the sco town don't press your luck just roll 'em up roll 'em up or hit the heel for the nade and we can blow shit up cause I'm rolls 'em up rolls 'em up represent the tip of the sco lettin' niggas know how a playa rolls when I hit the door lettin' off smoke like the wild wild west blowin' nade can't fuck wit the cest I got a complex I need premium grade A dojah bitch I'm a soldja can't nothin' hold ya nigga from the point down in the background niggas yellin' kill-a-hoe lettin' off nine rounds it's all over now had 'em jack at the hash Plus I got a twamp sack stashed in the ash tray Dre, bitches and nigga Taydatay put it down like a hog for my niggas all day it's the bomb bay a real G parlay won't stop rollin' blunts till judgement day call it what you want but I'm addicted to the cannabis niggas can't handle this Cuz I'm so scandalous [chorus] hit the liquor store for some pour fuck all of y'all if you can't roll wit the hog Livin in the city of the fog keep a trail hill for the real deal off the nade and a mad dog it's your car the bitch ridin' shotgun she wants to heat the hottub for some action grab the gat son I don't trust neer bitch Nina Rostine in the cuts can you handle this you know I come equipped with an extra clip pull out another blunt roll another sack of hemp don't trip just to my fashion when I start flashin' I might start blastin' off to the land of unknown let me call Big Mac on the clome you know it's on lookin' for more endo smoke hit 3rd street fiendin' for some JC roll bowl |
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