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letra de roll in peace ft jay rento - jay finesse

(hook)
i can’t even roll in peace
these n-ggas stay talkin bout me
like i won’t knock out they t–th
ya n-ggas dont want no beef
tryna get a deal got on my knees like jesus please
take off that fake -ss chain
that ain’t no jesus piece

(verse 1)
i got the sauce
i feel like i am a boss
i got a 2
i call her nina
she stay by my side like she gina
finger the trigger like it was a diva
shoot a n—- three times like addidas
i am a savage
im never lackin
ak its auto matic
run up on me
its gon be tragic
playing the field causin havick
aim for ya neck
big o.t.s
n-gga im next
diamonds they all on my neck
i like to flex
jay finesse yea they gon know the name
to the lord i pray every day
cause they wanna take my life away
b-tches on me cause i am the wave
i was out side of that deli
sellin that reggie
just so me and my brothers could eat
now they down playin all of my dreams like having foreign cars
and a iced out philip
they dont wanna see you win
they dont wanna see me win

(verse 2)
we chasin a check
you run up get left
im big o.t.s
thats what i rep
dont never forget
can’t trust these b-tches
i just want the s-x
i just want the neck
and move to the next (x2)
these n-ggas be mad
dont know why they mad
boy get out ya bag
and get to the racks
i had to be on that corner
servin the feens
to get to the green
only the real n-ggas know what i mean
they trew me in the jungle
i hustle to eat
just call me a beast
they throw me a beat
im gonna go dumb
ya talk
ya hate
ya do it for fun
i stay with the heat
i stay with the drum
you run up on me
shots it ya face
you wanna get close
im thinkin you g-y
baka in the cut
stacks low with the k
just give em a call
they clearin the sp-ce
ay
they clearin the sp-ce

(verse 3)
i had to be on that corner
i want my diamonds on water
too many jewls
i feel like i am a jewler
i had to flips them packs
tell ya girl stop hittin my jack
all of ya rappers is wack
i want a house on the hills
i ain’t got no time to chill
i want blue faces all up on my bills
i wanna pay my momma bills
bad b-tches on the yacht
i feel like im rico
we on the way to puerto ricoooooo
ayy

(verse 4)
44 with a beam
n—– know what i mean
why these n—– jackin beef
o.t.s thats the team
i grind for my spot
i head to the top
im tollin these opps
these bodys gon drop
i stay with the glizzy
im dumpin out 50
i slide on the stoilie
these n-ggas dont know me
my momma done told me
dont f-ck with the phonies
you run up on me you get smoked like a bogie
these n-ggas be chattin they not with the statick
let em run up we totin that rachit
if i get caught i dont know what happen im never gon fold catch me in traffic
im never gon fold just catch me in traffic

- jay finesse

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