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letra de roller set & scarfs - don trip

[intro: akeem ali]
(red on the beat)
rollin’
yeah

[chorus: akeem ali]
huh, they gave me the game and i ran off with it
life don’t come with no d-mn audition
so i mind my own
’cause some n-ggas ended up in a wheelchair tryna stand on business
get some discernment
bossing my life up and tripled my earnings
i finagled, wiggled it, squiggled and squirming
i’m american and whipping this german

[verse 1: akeem ali]
automobile, want a lot of more bills like alabama
for the scrilla, i’m yearning, you n-ggas is vermin
and pee-wee like little league football, you n-ggas is herman
my pockets is clumped up bigger than sherman
i want rihanna, a n-gga determined
and i wanna touch on another thing like a pastor right before he finish a sermon
i’m fixin’ to perm it and straighten some sh-t i’m uncomfortable with, i’ve been twisting and turning
’cause when you’re this fly, it make ’em hit a l!ck on you, dog, n-ggas is kermit
jump if you wanna, you fixin’ to learn, i don’t whisper or murmur
i’m clenchin’ the burner, this sh-t can get thermal
you n-ggas is corny, i’m splittin’ your kernel
and if i have to, i can get the attorney
fly as a full bird, b-tch, i’m a colonel
and i buy my b-tches givenchy and hermès
n-ggas play life like checkers, but whole time i knew it was chess ’cause, b-tch, i’m a sternum
this load that i’m liftin’ may give me a hernia
sh-t been a journey, i’m keepin’ it churnin’
i’m smoother than b-tter, i moved from the gutter
and still is a mack, they been thinkin’ i’m bernie him
[refrain: akeem ali]
rollin’
rollin’, rollin’, yeah
rollin’
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
rollin’, rollin’
say you rollin’, rollin’
say you rollin’, rollin’

[verse 2: tre loaded]
i keep a ten on me like ben simmons, i don’t play baseball, but i’m going inning for inning (no rap)
we was the ones hittin’ sh-t, i ain’t talkin’ no blitz, up the score and now we the ones winning
thirty-some thousand in jewelry, hit like tyson fury, i keep me a racket like tennis (no cap)
i turned his ho to a singer ’cause i’m poppin’ dingers, i put hole in one and keep spinnin’
i had to jump off the deep end and i ain’t know how to swim, would’ve sold me a limb, that ho singin’ my song like the weeknd
and, no, i ain’t yfn, but i’m lit every day, i pop sh-t from monday to the weekend
i went and made me a k!lling, now i’m top-floor living, if you wanna come, gotta beep in (no rap)
i just didn’t have me a bed i could sleep in (on god)
we the real abp, only thing that i know all them other lil’ n-ggas be fakers
i just be kickin’ my feet up and smokin’ this dough, go to sleep and i’m still makin’ paper (and i’m still makin’ paper)
n-gga beggin’ these hoes for the p-ssy, she ain’t tryna f-ck, n-gga, what? you gon’ make her? (huh?)
i go certified diamonds, it lower the climate, a hundred, don’t f-ck with the fakers, on god
[chorus: akeem ali]
huh, they gave me the game and i ran off with it
life don’t come with no d-mn audition
so i mind my own
’cause some n-ggas ended up in a wheelchair tryna stand on business
get some discernment
bossing my life up and tripled my earnings
i finagled, wiggled it, squiggled and squirming
i’m american and whipping this german

[verse 3: don trip]
and clutching this russian
two drums on it, call those repercussions
i’m fresh out the wrapper, i dare you to touch it
the coupe is roofless, hey, easy does it
i dress my ak in banana republic
too with the sh-t, there ain’t no way to flush it
i’m so krispy kreme, i got o’s by the dozen
my wife keep telling me time is money
i guess i could fit a rolex in the budget
toy stick on me, don’t play with these b-ttons
don’t play with me, buddy, i’ll spray if you buggin’
k!llin’ sh-t, they gotta pay me more money
i laugh to the bank, but it ain’t nothin’ funny
fingers is itchin’, i’m thumbin’ and thumbin’
i came from the bottom like top of the morning
if we talkin’ bread, better pay me my m-ffins
my pockets look light, there’s a bun in the oven
if i wasn’t married, i’d stick up your hussy
and call her a dyson, she never lose suction
my thumb in her ass, now she feel like a puppet
her only two words is, “i’m cumming, i’m cumming”
i give her that dope and that’s just what she wanted
she on the bus with it taped to her stomach
now how do i tell you to get you some money
without all the risk of it sounding redundant?
[chorus: akeem ali & don trip]
they gave me the game and i ran off with it
life don’t come with no d-mn audition
so i mind my own
’cause some n-ggas ended up in a wheelchair tryna stand on business
get some discernment
bossing my life up and tripled my earnings
i finagled, wiggled it, squiggled and squirming (yeah)
i’m american and whipping this german (long live pif)

[refrain: akeem ali]
rollin’, rollin’, yeah
rollin’
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
rollin’, rollin’
say you rollin’, rollin’
say you rollin’, rollin’

- don trip

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