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Rollin

Rollin lyrics by Yeat. Your thotty gon' give me that brain Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two stepping, ball on everyone Went and...

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Rollin

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Your thotty gon' give me that brain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two stepping, ball on everyone

Went and got a bag, I ran it up, then flipped off everyone

I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some

Shooters ready to go, they ready to blast (br)

They hit up everyone ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone

Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one)

And my pockets filled with money, bitch, they fuckin' shmunked (yeah)

I just pulled up outta Paris then hit saint laurent (west)

We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil' bum)

No, you not been smoking no gas, you not smokin' no runtz (huh)

I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once

Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' off this molly

Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' in the big body

Rollin', I'm just rollin'

Bought a motorola for my yola I was selling (yeah)

I heard you was tellin'

We heard you was just snitchin', can't rock with us, with some felons (yeah)

Everything I do be going viral (viral)

My fans just like a cult, they read my bible (bible)

Bitch you think you really rich, you just been lied to (why)

I'm just swervin' out the coupe, just hit up the block (yeah)

Fuckin' on my thot, made her ship the wock'

She suckin' on my cock, she do that a lot

Yeah, I can't fuck with you at all

Where my tes'? I just wanna ball

Yeah, I just wanna flex but I'm not gon' crawl

Yeah, a thief in the night, bitch, that pussy gon' call

Yeah, even though you is a hater, you still at my show

Pulled out my shit on her back, then I bust on her, yeah, then I told her to go

Yeah, I don't be fucking with nobody, they just be sniffin' that shit like it's snow

They sniffin' that shit like a globe, fn my finger, that bih like a pole

Yeah, I'm about to blow

Time for me to go up, I'm about to explode

I'm 'bout to expose you

Osama bin laden, my bro

No, I can't wife me a ho

Chill with my brother, my twizz, my bro

Big body stizz, or the Benz, or the big body lamb', boy, that bitch 'bout to (brrr)

I just pulled up like a yankee, in London might shank you, the bitch 'bout to (brrr)

I'm 'bout to slice you, I'm 'bout to dice you, it's not nice yeah

Put you inside of a bag, then fill it with rice, sittin' at the lights

I just went doubled my money, then I fucked it up again, made it go thrice

Yeah, I ain't even rock with nobody at all, so stop callin' my phone, no advice

All of my diamonds, they smackin' the shit out of you like the motherfuckin' lights

All of y'all really been bugging me, yeah, like some motherfuckin' lice

Me and my twizzy's insane, we are not nice

Your thottie gon' give me that brain, she suck it all night

Your thotty gon' give me that brain

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Walked inside this bitch, I'm just two stepping, ball on everyone

Went and got a bag, I ran it up, then flipped off everyone

I just got these racks, I boosted up 'cause I'm not real or some

Shooters ready to go, they ready to blast, they hit up everyone

Every time I didn't give a shit, I still went number one (one)

And my pockets filled with money, bitch, they fuckin' shmunked (yeah)

I just pulled up outta Paris then hit saint laurent (west)

We heard you still live with your parents, you a fuckin' bum (lil' bum)

No, you not been smoking no gas, you not smokin' no runtz (huh)

I ain't never gon' tell you twice, only gon' tell you once

Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' off the molly

Rollin', I'm just rollin', I'm just rollin' in the big body

Rollin', I'm just rollin'

Bought a motorola for my yola I was selling (yeah)

I heard you was tellin'

We heard you just was snitchin', can't rock with us, with some felons (yeah)

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