j.e $osa and c.i.n on a roll şarkı sözleri

I'm on a roll (Stay on my feet) I'm on a roll (You don't want beef) I'm on a roll (Niggas is weak) Pockets swole (Put some ice on it then) She got good brain, honor roll I got mood swings, oh you don't know? You don't know well now you now No money? Get off my phone Cuz I'm on a roll And Niggas been acting like foes While I just been getting this gold Bitch I'm hanging up, so don't talk These niggas acting up, like what they want What you want lil bitch nigga Carry no sticks nigga But we tearing niggas up like HOV and Em on that renegade Cause we outside making bank like we selling lemonade Yea I keep it simple like lemonade And I'm getting money every minute made Or every hour Niggas been looking really sour Maybe cuz they ain't getting no dough Or banging no hoes Or breaking no doors They just stay in the same lil box no roddy And I don't want it if she can't make it sloppy I've been through a lot and none of it could ever stop me And I'm popping out smoke so if you want it we GATTI I'm on a roll (Stay on my feet) I'm on a roll (You don't want beef) I'm on a roll (Niggas is weak) Pockets swole (Put some ice on) She got good brain, honor roll I got mood swings, oh uon know? You don't know well now you now No money? Get off my phone Cuz I'm on a roll And Niggas been acting like foes While I just been getting this gold But hol' up A young boy is conscious That's with no college I been getting this knowledge Yea I'm always gonna shine I don't need no polish That's gold dust And they act like they know us They always say they bout it but in person they start to fold up Similar to paper but ain't talking bout no bucks Yea and all these niggas biting flows gotta brush they teeth They been eating for so long that there ain't enough for me Or the homies Y'all niggas phonies Y'all niggas clonies Follow what the media tell ya Oh well bruh What can I do You could pull up to they block, and show them how to shoot Wait with the 223 that I got at home Hit him in his head like he ain't rub his dome Then shove the corpse in the coup cause he gotta go Hide the evidence so 12 will never know Yea these bitch ass niggas won't ever see it coming Even with my opps Bitch ass niggas got my nigga took away Tryna hit a lick so we could see better days Tryna escape the lean and the murder rates I'm on a roll (Stay on my feet) I'm on a roll (You don't want beef) I'm on a roll (Niggas is weak) Pockets swole (Put some ice on it then) She got good brain, honor roll I got mood swings, oh you don't know? You don't know well now you now No money? Get off my phone
Sanatçı: J.E $osa and C.I.N
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
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J.E $osa and C.I.N hakkında bilgi girilmemiş.

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