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letra de #rollit - perishinparis

[intro]
(is that rod?)
yah, ay, yah
yah, yah, woah
yah, ay, yah
ayyy slatt let’s go

[chorus: perishinparis]
roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up (roll ittt)
smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on
smokin’ on dody
i cannot f-ck with these n-ggas
they talkin’ to 12 these n-ggas the police
i don’t relate to these n-ggas
these n-ggas ain’t fam
these n-ggas don’t know me

[verse 1: perishinparis]
i’m in la with my gang, with my twin
ain’t no friends if he with me that’s brodie (yeah!)
free all the n-ggas that’s locked
n-gga f-ck 12 we shoot at the police
& n-gga just know if i’m out
then somebody glocked up please don’t approach me
these n-ggas be flexin’ bout what they be doing
& what they be makin’ but never be showin’
& if you see me then just know you see money
& b-tches with morals no b-tches that’s ho’ing
& i know they be watching my page like god d-mn he still goin
that’s right (yeah!)
i pour the codeine on ice
we the ones that these boys wanna be like (yeah!)
i’m finna have a good night roll up & smoke it
perish in the skyyy
[chorus: perishinparis]
roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up (roll ittt)
smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on
smokin’ on dodyyy
i cannot f-ck with these n-ggas
they talkin’ to 12 these n-ggas the police
i don’t relate to these n-ggas
these n-ggas ain’t fam
these n-ggas don’t know me

[verse 2: mike phipps]
i like mixin’ up drugs
& sippin’ the drank i hope i don’t o.d (o-d!)
babygirl i need a richard i was just wrappin’ up packs of the o.g (o-g!)
these n-ggas wasn’t wit us when we was down bad
we needed a floatie (float-y)
my boy gon fold em’ if it’s a n-gga that’s tryna approach me
everyday saks-fifth she tell me i’m makin it backflip
actress i’m finna make her do backflips
smashing, all of my sh-t is smashin
cashing, none of my sh-t is average (leggo)
willing do anything to make me mad rich
i see the enemy (glrrr) he knowin what’s happenin’
i’m in la in this bentley b, designer the fabric
i see the enemy this glock let ’em have it
[chorus: perishinparis]
roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up, roll it up (roll ittt)
smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on, smokin’ on
smokin’ on dody
i cannot f-ck with these n-ggas
they talkin’ to 12 these n-ggas the police
i don’t relate to these n-ggas
these n-ggas ain’t fam
these n-ggas don’t know me

- perishinparis

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