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letra de rollin' - pmbata

rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
i can’t lose my focus
bringing up my past, but i’m past all that old sh-t
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
all my change is golden
caught it from the punch shot, most of it was stolen
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
rolly on my wrist in the jet jet
going places like the kid on a field trip
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ then it gets lit up
i’m been sick of coastin’, b-tch i gotta gas up
b-tch i gotta gas up

snapchats from these groupies and they always ask “sup?”
i can’t really stand the thought of being last up
so i swear to god i won’t be last up, aye
[?] and give me love, aye
some want my stuff but that sh-t tough, aye
won’t give it up without my funds, ooh
pm, i’m making money they making fun

how are my radio plays?
raise that sh-t up like a wage
well i got bars for days
i got these bars like acacia
i ain’t married to the game
we ain’t even get engaged
your girl is up in my face
soon as i step on the stage, yeah
well i’m sick of feeling sad all the time
i said i wasn’t, that’s a godd-mn lie
i been overstressin’, she got me depressed
b-but f-ck it everybody is gonna die

hanging by a thread until my [?] pass up
talkin’ bout my worries like i’m never runnin’ up
trying to sip [?] i ain’t never feelin’ buzzed
ne-ne-never independent so they filling up my cup
ta-talking sh-t so she [?]
that’s the story from the end, yeah
i’m the one she call her friend, aye
gave her d-ck and then again, yeah
to [?] feeling my feelings [?]
hit on my [?] but then i might [?] on my house
she finna pout, bringing that sh-t some doubt
gave her the clout, now tell me what that’s [?]
worry about my past cause i catch up in advance
i ain’t never battled [?]
open up my chest as i open up my hands
and i always tell ’em i’m the godd-mn man
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
i can’t lose my focus
bringing up my past, but i’m past all that old sh-t
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
all my change is golden
caught it from the punch shot, most of it was stolen
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
rolly on my wrist in the jet jet
going places like the kid on a field trip
rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ then it gets lit up
i’m been sick of coastin’, b-tch i gotta gas up
b-tch i gotta gas up

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