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letra de roll - philly g (the real one)

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intro:

yeah, yeah
(it’s the g named philly ya understand?)

chorus:

i just rolled a backwood in the backseat (skrt)
i just f-cked your b-tch on a bed with black sheets (yeah)
i don’t even know, i just gotta roll, yeah
i don’t need to know, i just gotta roll, yeah

i just rolled a backwood in the backseat (skrt skrt)
i just f-cked your b-tch on a bed with black sheets (yeah)
i don’t even know, i just gotta roll, yeah
i don’t need to know, i just gotta roll, yeah

verse 1:

i come up with my lyrics i don’t need a f-cking ghostwriter
everything is f-cking raw i lit my paper plane with a lighter
i’m clacking on your b-tch just like a motherf-cking typewriter
her p-ssy was so good i had to pump my c-m inside of her

i’m don-don-done with my backwood i’m cruising like a lowrider
go 60 mph up on a country road past mow riders
used to working in the warehouse i am basically a truck driver
driver

i’m ready for the fast life i won’t struggle like st. elmo’s fire
when i pull up on a city it’s on some yokohama tires
i really love my main b-tch yeah her p-ssy is so fire
n0body is my compet-tion they would be retired

chorus:

i just rolled a backwood in the backseat (skrt)
i just f-cked your b-tch on a bed with black sheets (yeah)
i don’t even know, i just gotta roll, yeah
i don’t need to know, i just gotta roll, yeah

i just rolled a backwood in the backseat (skrt skrt)
i just f-cked your b-tch on a bed with black sheets (yeah)
i don’t even know, i just gotta roll, yeah
i don’t need to know, i just gotta roll, yeah

verse 2:

yeah i’m going downtown, you can catch me with your b-tch
she would f-ck philly g just for clout and backstage tix
but just to make sure i don’t catch a case
everybody gets id’d, i can’t see nun in your face

you say you wanna pop off you forgot to load the clip
i’m coolin in the house just like a silent murder crip
if you wanna bring smoke then imma bust open your lip
then take your momma on a date and suck all on her t-ts

i’ll throw a shovel at your face if you rape a child
yeah like ugly god said, b-tch don’t smoke no black n’ milds
just to clear some air up my name’s not phillip it’s miles
i ran a check right up the ranks and i stack my bread in piles

chorus:

i just rolled a backwood in the backseat (skrt)
i just f-cked your b-tch on a bed with black sheets (yeah)
i don’t even know, i just gotta roll, yeah
i don’t need to know, i just gotta roll, yeah

i just rolled a backwood in the backseat (skrt skrt)
i just f-cked your b-tch on a bed with black sheets (yeah)
i don’t even know, i just gotta roll, yeah
i don’t need to know, i just gotta roll, yeah

- philly g the real one

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