Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rolling Stone, artist - Roscoe Dash. Date of issue: 02.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rolling Stone |
| I can’t turn it off |
| I’m so nasty with the switch up |
| I play ball |
| I’m smoking dopey |
| And I’m so lit don’t know bout yall |
| I’m rocking shows |
| Yea I’m rock & rolling |
| Yes I’m stoned |
| My bitch she said she miss me |
| She won’t leave me lone |
| I got ratchet bitches coming out they draws |
| I’m rocking shows |
| I’m rock & rolling |
| Yes I’m stoned |
| My bitch she said she miss me |
| She won’t leave me lone |
| I guess I got the juice |
| I can’t turn it off |
| I guess I got the juice |
| I can’t turn it off |
| I’m so nasty with the switch up |
| I play ball |
| I can write for someone else |
| And rap to ya’ll |
| I’m the chef in the kitchen dripping sauce |
| And my bitch she ain’t got no flaws |
| And your bitch she ain’t got no walls |
| She let my dawgs hit it playing baseball |
| Throw it at me then I Knock it out the park |
| Need fifty, if she want a green card |
| I caught the game, Now I run it like a bolt |
| Shawty fuck around like my name too short |
| I can’t turn it off |
| I’m so nasty with the switch up |
| I play ball |
| I’m smoking dopey |
| And I’m so lit don’t know bout yall |
| I’m rocking shows |
| Yea I’m rock & rolling |
| Yes I’m stoned |
| My bitch she said she miss me |
| She won’t leave me lone |
| I got ratchet bitches coming out they draws |
| I’m rocking shows |
| I’m rock & rolling |
| Yes I’m stoned |
| My bitch she said she miss me |
| She won’t leave me lone |
| I guess I got the juice |
| I can’t turn it off |
| Ain’t nothing counterfeit |
| I created this wave, You doubted it |
| Most of ya’ll broke and ain’t found a fix |
| You ain’t doing no numbers, you rounded it |
| Now you all got to witness, if you been talking keep ya distance |
| I could switch up in a instant |
| Pull your card and use your minutes |
| You can come up short like 4th & inches |
| Dripping sauce on my cross |
| Praying hands for your loss |
| Pocket off when I walk |
| Hit the club, spread the alkaline, fuck the voss |
| Expensive water up the cost |
| Broke ya ankles don’t get crossed |
| Hugs & Kisses send her off |
| In ya ears like the sloth |
| You krispy kreme when it’s off |
| Erase ya name like it’s chalk |
| I can’t turn it off |
| I’m so nasty with the switch up |
| I play ball |
| I’m smoking dopey |
| And I’m so lit don’t know bout yall |
| I’m rocking shows |
| Yea I’m rock & rolling |
| Yes I’m stoned |
| My bitch she said she miss me |
| She won’t leave me lone |
| I got ratchet bitches coming out they draws |
| I’m rocking shows |
| I’m rock & rolling |
| Yes I’m stoned |
| My bitch she said she miss me |
| She won’t leave me lone |
| I guess I got the juice |
| I can’t turn it off |