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letra de imaginary player 2018 - premo rice

[intro]
so, i could hold da rollie up (bounce)
so, i could hold da rollie up
so, i could hold da rollie up
so- so- so, i could hold da rollie up
so, i could hold da rollie up
so- so- so, i could hold da rollie up

[verse 1]
i’ll get you hip, givin’ hoes life-scripts, i got da manual
yo’ b-tch a canibal, she hit me up wit’out da camera crew
i’m all about checks, and the s-x, i gets da annual
my flow will damage you, pimpin’ abundant, i command a few
came to get raunchy, ’cause i’m dressed in givenchy
hit yo’ hoe wit’ some fendi, you can never offend me
don’t tempt, ’cause i’m simply layin’ hoe’s lives empty
invincible emcee, b-tches, mackin’ just in me
i came to collect, da connect, i gets da money
most of it’s from my sermon, da rest is from yo’ honey
b-tch, i’m live and direct, i project, ain’t nun’ funny
wrap it up like a turban, break it down for the dummies
believe, i don’t stunt, i regulate in da front
lay da ism on wax, i bet dat sh-t gone bump
tell yo’ hoe to relax, i know yo’ mans in da slum
i keep my paper in intact, they know my strip gone pump
so, rollies up, g

[chorus]
so, i could hold da rollie up
so- so- so, i could hold da rollie up
so, i could hold da rollie up
so- so- so, i could hold da rollie up
so, i could hold da rollie up
so- so- so, i could hold da rollie up
so, i could hold da rollie up
so- so- so, i could hold da rollie up

[verse 2]
well, it’s da infamous, prediculous, mackin’ significant
intricate plot to get knocks, clockin’ my dividends
i bust fresh raps to get my respect, type o’ classy with jewels
got 30-karats on deck
the mic i’m rippin’, kick sh-t for b-tches, martini sippin’
smell the sauce, some sergio and tacchini(?) flippin’
flossin’ the ambiance, yall n-ggas just rhyme
geechi that by(?) the don, around my arm be a diamond
in my prime, i can’t miss, pimpin’ hoes like this
this ya walk-a-thon, baby, make them b-tt cheeks switch
tell a trick to get back, ‘less ya spendin’ some racks
‘cause it’s the end of the fiscal, hoe, i need to relax
and hold my rollie up, b-tch

[outro]
she lift up my shirt, she see a live forever tee
i’m like, “b-tch, i’m a bidness,” ya dig what i’m sayin’
fresh air max sneakers on
you in the club, prolly poppin’ bottles and sh-t
stuntin’ ‘em in that motherf-cka’ wit’ a henny and coke
ya b-tch hop on my d-ck right then and there
whole time, you pulled up in a camry tonight, ha
(…)

- premo rice

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