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letra de roll up - yamine

[intro ]
esco, hold up, i got you mane
it’s gettin technical, it’s gettin technical, i can tell you that
ayy, we getting it

[hook]
forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
b-tch better know who i am (who doe?) told my lean man, po’ up (po’)
already worked out a deal (yeah) ain’t tryna go no lower (no)
lil’ homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing i had my blower (slick, slick)
i’m always chasin’ these mills, cause i used to sleep on the floor (mhmm)
i know you see me in all this gear, still i wanna have more
been f-ckin this hoe for years, she ain’t tell me this p-ssy was yours

she ain’t tell me this p-ssy was yours

[verse 1]
(ayy) i just popped my hood (hood) and i can’t find my motor (motor)
i walked in the bank (bank) like b-tch never mind my odor (my odor)
that’s grade a loud i’m blowin (mhmm) i just put my wrist out, it’s snowin (snowin)
its a baby ar i’m totin’ (totin’), n-gg- try me right now, i’mma show him
been getting paid since the percolator, you ain’t real you a impersonator (n-gg-)
i got money so d-mn old that it ain’t even in circulate (yeah)
hook your -ss to a respirator, i was only tryna help you haters
send my goons to -ss-ssinate you, my joint so long i use wrapping paper
lit, i’m a stoner, met your girl at the club i’mma bone her
you can have that hoe right back, i don’t want that b-tch, she a loaner
used to be hanging on the corner, now a n-gg- live on the billboard
i got more money than i can spend, and a team full of n-gg-s that’ll k!ll for it

[hook]
forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
b-tch better know who i am (who doe?) told my lean man, po’ up (po’)
already worked out a deal (yeah) ain’t tryna go no lower (no)
lil’ homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing i had my blower (slick, slick)
i’m always chasin these mills, cause i used to sleep on the floor
i know you see me in all this gear, still i wanna have more
been f-ckin this hoe for years, she ain’t tell me this p-ssy was yours
lil’ n-gg- need to go chill, good thing i had my blower

[verse 2]
sixteen zips in the seal, twenty-five hundred tomorrow
pushin up in a new whip, got wings all on my doors
f-ckin off in chanel, i done bought the hermes store up
rollin’ up straight out the zip (smoke) og all in my bud (kush)
made my hoe switch ships, b-tch you know i’m the plug
actavis, actavis, actavis, b-tch gotta keep two cups
mix it up till it turn pink, now about the time we po’ up (po’ up)
i done been up for a week, now i feel like i’m about to throw up
f-ck around hit my cup (cup) you ain’t gon’ do nothin but nod (pint)
ran up on a whole lotta millions (millions) super done beat those odds (odds)
hang around a lot of r-t-rds, gotta keep the hammer on guard
i’m gonna make it hard for you eat, cause most of you n-gg-s y’all frauds

[hook]
forty dollars for 3 grams, told my weed man, roll up
b-tch better know who i am (who doe?) told my lean man, po’ up (po’)
already worked out a deal (yeah) ain’t tryna go no lower (no)
lil’ homie need to calm down, chill (uh huh), good thing i had my blower (slick, slick)
i’m always chasin these mills, cause i used to sleep on the floor
i know you see me in all this gear, still i wanna have more
been f-ckin this hoe for years, she ain’t tell me this p-ssy was yours
lil’ n-gg- need to go chill, good thing i had my blower

- yamine

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