Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roley, artist - Cadet. Date of issue: 09.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Roley |
| This is the nine side |
| Beatfreakz |
| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| (Cadet, Cadet, Cadet) |
| If I step, put my hand up in my pouch (Woo) |
| You better know what I be about (Uh) |
| Can’t remember how I met that gyal |
| Put her leg over her head, man I stretched that gyal |
| And we got bread, uh |
| I’m schoolin' these niggas like Ofsted (Trust) |
| Video shoot back with your migos (Mama) |
| But I bruck a nigga up, quick, offset (Cadet, Cadet, Cadet) |
| If your man wanna, uh- |
| See the hand grabber, uh- |
| Slap his friend then him like (Mad) |
| She your wife but trust me I can grip her (True) |
| Make her boyfriend ghost like Angela |
| Old school, gang niggas no bandana (Nah) |
| Black tee, bare jewels, like Santana (Woo) |
| And I came with two kind gyalie, 'cause I’m when I talk |
| When you talk, pussy |
| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote (This is the nine side) |
| Murder, murder |
| Don’t get it twisted, I’m young and minted |
| I never had a nickel, now my left wrist glistenin' |
| Wipe out the rival, bygones be bygones |
| That nigga done me dirty but just don’t know when he snitchin' |
| They wanna know if I’m really on the roads |
| My watch is very icy, see I nearly caught a cold |
| I hope he know, that she’s a hoe |
| With my neck I give the girl the bone |
| Go low, go low, go down |
| Say she went low 'cah a nigga got pounds |
| Come to the ends I can show you around |
| Right now |
| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| I got the Rollie on my wrist and it’s glistenin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I could hear the snakes in the grass and they hissin' (Oh-oh-oh) |
| I don’t think that they listenin' |
| I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| See I’m tellin' them it’s murder she wrote, wrote |
| Murder, murder |
| Beatfreakz |