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letra de rollin' - wiley

[chorus]
we’re rolling, we’re rolling, we’re rolling
it’s just me and danny rolling
e3 strolling
we’re rolling, we’re rolling, we’re rolling
it’s just me and jet rolling
e3 strolling
we’re rolling, we’re rolling, we’re rolling
it’s just me and danny rolling (yeah)

[verse 1]
yeah, i don’t wear converse
i write a good verse
got a 16 bar to handle your verse
i’m a gift, i’m a curse
didn’t wanna be no doctor or nurse
put music first
dad, you should’ve put music first
ask me what i wanna do, music first
give me a beat and i’ll come with a moving verse
this girl’s got a brand new flat
i will move in first
move in her then rush you first
it’s like you ain’t heard
roll deep, roll deep, yeah that’s the word
got the vision of an eagle, that’s a big bird
do crime everyday, and you face a big bird
jail ain’t a place to waste what you’ve learnt
i’m first of first to admit what i’ve learnt
but as a learning curve, i keep myself heard

[verse 2]
yeah, early birds catch the worm
and i swear, bruv, any obstacles, i won’t get burned
i’m on [?] grove going to stern’s
to buy some world music, waiting to learn
so, listen and learn
it’s my turn
i’m standing up firm
it’s money i wanna earn
it’s not pay as you go blud, it’s pay as you earn
eskiboy is the return
i’ll bunsen burn the commercial versions of me
i’m not urban, ask matt [?]
the music’s disturbed, you heard it
and i can six letter word it
f-ck that’s you can term it
you had a form of vest on when you heard it
eskibeat, i churn it out
i’m like status of earned it
first to be, and i’ll never stop learning
and that’s why

[verse 3]
yo, i can’t wait till i’m universal
and my pockets are bursting with money, money
i’ll buy a house and fully furnish it
there’s money in bricks
plus i move ninja, i’m out in the sticks
i’m on a path, don’t get in the mix
but i’ve got no choice, i’m here to make hits
that’s not hard
[?]’s been trying to tell me from day one, i’ve got the hits
i’m going, i’m going, i’m gone
let’s play catch up
flows, they don’t match up to mine, no way
touch [?] away, each and every friday
every week, we’re clocking up miles
and we’re clocking a few air miles
desperate housewives, ringing up my lines
that’s underwear miles
and there’s always something under there, why?
it’s like cement and then tiles

- wiley

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