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[Chorus x2: Tony Yayo] Roll up, roll up Roll the fuck up Roll up, roll up Roll the fuck up Roll up, roll up, yea Roll up, roll up, yea Roll up, roll up, yea Roll the fuck up [Tony Yayo:] 2 guns up machine gun kelly I leave you stuck in a box like skelley With a 100 dutch masters layin in the mansion Bad bitch give me a kiss with a shotgun I catch an air 1 the rap kevin durrant Dubal suite 7-5 the lanth For just one night Gucci jogger hold the gun tight I never sleep cause death is in my eye sight 3 girls in my ride marc jacobed up 1 bitch roll up, 1 bitch spark up [Chorus x2] [D. Brown:] SongtexteI smoke like a pound in my pocket The flow shock value like forts and worth sockets The chronic lookin like the sweater biggie used to wear Got me feelin so good that I might run for mayor You think you smoke alot, nigga we smoke more Find whores and car ride doors lowkey like missing doors Fill up with plastic cups the way these white boys score From the d with the rhymes, jessica gaymore I only fuck with models, actresses, stewardess Y'all niggaz broke like a fucking cali sentences We make classic albums with no budgets The bitch clit smelling like cat fish nuggets Big butts with clean dry pressing on my briefs And mo city bitches bums I fuck em I smoke anis Where all the hoes at hurts beats and eats in the light Eats beats and skeet skeets on her cheeks dayumm [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania