| Hook:
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| Roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
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| You don’t have to go that far,
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| You just slide in to my car
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| I got my eyes on 52 inch, wit my fingers on chocolate thick and richer
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| Smoke the last of the grass, put the dub in glass
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| Start smoking wit a virgin, baby doll rest ya nerves
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| Recline lay on back
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| Instead of spend a stack, pimp really kick back,
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| Get some ass just like that
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| See i never been ahead ??? |
| ??? |
| (lexus)
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| That apply to (texas)
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| Do or die (respect us, don’t test us, get checked wit the tech sir)
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| But back to your slow lord, really wanna know about your low luv
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| You can stop ackin’so so intimadated by the slow flow
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| Hurt my feelings is a no no Let me sit beside you at the sun beach, got me trippin off the sun heat
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| See you think it run me, see you think its the weed talking
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| Conversation on the pond, took a pause for a minute you start walking
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| I know its your first time, just follow your first mind
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| And when you lose control, i’ma smooth ya soul
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| But all i really wanna know…
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| Hook: 2x
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| Can i roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
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| You don’t have to go that far,
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| You just slide in to my car
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| Baby would you die for me, when i can’t see give a eye for me,
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| Lay to the side and cry for me, when i'm in my grave say bye for me Cause i might be, chilling with ya blasmphemy, lay low while i past the b If you really wanna ride when the time is right, put it |
| off to the side come
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| On, ride ride wit daddy
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| Down past in the caddy, spittin’honey in ya ear like a bumble bee
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| Won’t 'cha men’s come run wit me, let me show you what fun can be Choppin up from beyond the sea
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| Ain’t this some (shhh…) still playa hate cause i kept real
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| Never asked for a free meal, all i asked if i work coming up from the dirt
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| Show me luv not a fake thrill
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| I’ma flirt wit the girls and um make sure that they worth time and personal
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| Travel round the world and um make they money while have fun, gotta have em,
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| Parly everday wit my homies
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| I will never leave you lonely, i keep it real for my homey
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| Feel, never down out and lonely, come on Hook: 2x
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| Can i, roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
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| You don’t have to go that far,
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| You just slide in to my car
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| And they know when i be on, in the back of a caddy ridin’three strong
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| Roll the bees on, hit the switch on the six, roll the caddy wit d’s on To the head and the weed gone
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| See the mansion doors, dipping through house wit the ??? |
| doors
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| Wait to you get to the marble floors, like a persian rug,
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| Cow gun in the tub
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| Ain’t got the mind for luv making, cause i’ll leave you where i found you at The club shakin'
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| Cause i’ll do you like bruson bacon
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| Baby maybe i’m mistaken,
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| It ain’t no simp in me, its all pimp in me And i can tell ya flip a g stack
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| And if its you let it bring three back
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| And now the p-i-m-p's back
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| Now let me rub, massage you relax
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| Baby its like p-o-p-i-m-p, olgy
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| But obviously, joe don’t wanna be a player no mo'
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| So what i really wanna know is…
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| Hook: 2x
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| Can i roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
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| You don’t have to go that far,
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| You just slide in to my car
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| Can i roll, roll, roll, there, there, there
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| 2x to end |