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letra de røllin' with me - neck productions

[hook]
why these n-ggas rollin’ with me ?
cause we steady rollin’ up
why these n-ggas rollin’ on me ?
cause we steady blowin’ up
why these n-ggas rollin’ with me ?
cause we steady comin’ up
why these n-ggas rollin’ on me ?

n-gga i be skiii’d up

[1stverse: kamakaziii kei]

if you a foe (ufo)
i’m aiming for that sp-ceship..
if you a foe (ufo)
i make you feel alienated

motherf-ck your plug, i got drugs in abundance
juggin’ for the funding
got money at the function, don’t trust ’em
got rhymes runnin’ as i pace with the percussion
hoes be gettin’ sl-tted
don’t love ’em, don’t cuff ’em
don’t even show comfort
no nothin’, no cuddlin’, just stick it wit a rubber
if you slippin’, might inject a kid or sumn’..
who im kidding?
i only want the top, no kitten
can you feel that, do my own thing cause a deal wack
words are my weapons and i never could conceal that
have his wig peeled back
if the steel gat shot real facts
scope hawkeye the source, paul millsap
power forward
when i was stoned, she pulled my sword
camelot
i planned a plot..
mymymy that panty pie
know too many b-tches from where i reside
hoes hit my phone, i rather not reply
can’t f-ck with them sl-ts
tell them b-tches bye, if them b-tches bi
we make ’em pick a side
when my whip ride by…
(shiiittt)

[hook]

[2ndverse: merce milly]

i be faded, daily stanky dank
be all up in my system
they hate, but i be making bank
my cl1ck ain’t banging with them
if you do what your mouth say, n-gga let me see it
i back up everything i say, and thats why i’m conceited
n-ggas must be blind, holla that they can’t see it
i got the shots on fire now i’m back up on that street sh-t
said i’m back up on the g sh-t
let the weed hit, let the beat kick
think they better than us, man them n-ggas must be dreaming
that’s lucid, and i’m losing it
i got some loose ends that need tying up
let them talk the sh-t, if they walking it
& if them boys call me in
then im riding up
it ain’t nothing but a thang to a n-gga like me
they ain’t tryna bang with a n-gga like me
they ask if i’m with the sh-ts
b-tch i might be
i ain’t gucci, but it’s gucci
tell a n-gga try me
call my n-gga e-stylezzz now your people tryna find me
and i see ’em looking, and i know they try to-
no b-tch, what you such a fiend for ?
hotter than any other n-gga that you ever seen though
k!ll john, k!ll jane, k!ll jean doe
why you looking at me ?
what the f-ck you mean, ‘what i mean’ hoe ?

[hook]

[3rdverse: chadrøc]

it’s that golden liquid, colt 45
chrome 45 straight to ya door
kick that pad lock off
rush n-gga quick as we tellem
get on the floor and
don’t move
(move, move)
one false move could get ya -ss hurt like a dirt nap
you curve that, where the worth at to serve that man
so many flows, i might drown a hoe
take that b-tch off life support
get a new gun, do a little dirt
then the cases get thrown out of court
my supporting cast, smoke hash, blunt p-ss to blunt ash
fl1ck that twice, flip sh-t real nice
get stage hype by the white b-tch that i lay pipe
and the asian b-tch says she love me long time
man i’m over due when i over succeed
how many n-ggas is rolling with me
got the papers for free, rolling the tree
king of the hood so i know i’m the g
og when it comes to packing bowls
indentures indenting like bending elbows
keep the best smoke
you would thought i reside on the west coast
rolling cali dro

[hook]

[4thverse: reecey ree]

got the ski mask
sn-tch swisher sweet wrap
riding with the neck
time to get your feet wet
like jesus
come walk with us
practice what u preach
and my n-ggas just talkative
listen as i alter this
alter quick, when dodging hits
shouldn’t want no parts of clips
leave you part less
heartless
when it comes to causing carnage
stay harnessed
cause not one can tarnish
the most dope artist
garnish these beats was the plan
gotta understand
tired feet put me in my position
proposition
no time to listen
deaf ears, blind eyes, i’m h-llen’s distant
distinct aromas my smells consistent
that keesha coma
but my work proficient
sufficient motherf-ckers
military motherf-cker
ima general
leave it on her face, like bare minerals
strip you bare, for the bare minimum
barely had a care
since dare first introduced chronic
and then i heard biggie smoking chronic on his interludes
smoking supersonic
feel the atomic through my inner tubes
call it the hot box, a smokey inner view
now pursue the juice
a knoose ensues the few
who betray the group
try to stray the group
call it rude to intrude the youth
and not include a truth

[hook]

- neck productions

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