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letra de rollie - ybl boogi
[chorus]
i got diamonds on my rollie, uh, f-ck the police
on her knees she ain’t holy, yuh, i think she h-rny
shawty built just like a trophy, yuh, that’s my shorty
sending sh-lls no macaroni i stay strapped with that forty
hold up, mixin xo’s in my lean codeine got me in a dream
stack that guap up for the team you know everybody eats
got my pockets looking lean guess that money the protein
and i keep that strap on me like a freshman with his fiend
[verse 1]
gas pack on me she, wanna spend the night
wrist so icy, vvs is shining bright
i just popped a bean told em dirty up the sprite
made a couple racks now my pockets looking right
i did half a xan, got me floating
keep a couple sticks, yeah, i’m toting
and you n-ggas p-ssy y’all won’t start unloading
all my n-gga’s shooters they the ones that scoring
shawty bend it back, like the matrix
shawty sucking d-ck, for a paycheck
i just f-cked that b-tch send her on vacation
momma told me good thing come when you got patience
i’ve been chasing bags i’m the f-cking man
all you n-ggas hated said i can’t but yeah i can
i’ve been popping tags i’ve been smoking gas
i just hop in my whip go to calabass
[chorus]
i got diamonds on my rollie, uh, f-ck the police
on her knees she ain’t holy, yuh, i think she h-rny
shawty built just like a trophy, yuh, that’s my shorty
sending sh-lls no macaroni i stay strapped with that forty
hold up, mixin xo’s in my lean codeine got me in a dream
stack that guap up for the team you know everybody eats
got my pockets looking lean guess that money the protein
and i keep that strap on me like a freshman with his fiend
[verse 2]
lotta people on the team that i take care of
all these b-tches mean nothing, i don’t show no love
i’m just focused on money to get my bands up
and you n-ggas acting funny where your manners
choppa with a scope and i keep it in my hands
my d-ck ain’t hard b-tch i keep a glock in my pants
if i pull up just know we ain’t throwing hands
hop out the whip i’m dropping the clip, making these n-ggas dance
[chorus]
i got diamonds on my rollie, uh, f-ck the police
on her knees she ain’t holy, yuh, i think she h-rny
shawty built just like a trophy, yuh, that’s my shorty
sending sh-lls no macaroni i stay strapped with that forty
hold up, mixin xo’s in my lean codeine got me in a dream
stack that guap up for the team you know everybody eats
got my pockets looking lean guess that money the protein
and i keep that strap on me like a freshman with his fiend
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