| The mixtape’s got a little Hank, little Drake
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| A little something bumping, thump, thumping on the wheel ride
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| The mix in our drink’s a little stronger than you think
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| So get a grip, take a sip of that feel right
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| The truck’s jacked up, flat bills flipped back
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| Yeah, you can find us where the party’s at
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| This is how we roll
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| We hanging round singing out everything on the radio
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| We light it up with our hands up
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| This is how we roll
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| This is how we do
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| We’re burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon, baby
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| This is how we roll
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| Yeah, baby, this is how we roll
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| We rollin' into town
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| With nothing else to do we take another lap around
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| Yeah, holler at your boy if you need a ride
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| If you roll with me, yeah, you know we rollin' high
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| Up on them 37 Nittos, windows tinted hard to see though
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| How fresh my baby is in the shotgun seat, oh
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| Them kisses are for me though, automatic like a free throw
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| This life I live it might not be for you but it’s for me though
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| This is how we roll
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| We hanging round singing out everything on the radio
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| We light it up with our hands up
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| This is how we roll
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| This is how we do
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| When the world turns ugly I just turn and look at you, baby
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| This is how we roll
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| Let’s roll!
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| We’re proud to be young
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| We stick to our guns
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| We love who we love and we wanna have fun
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| We cuss on them Mondays
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| And pray on them Sundays
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| Pass it around and we dream of that one day
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| This is how we roll
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| We hanging round singing out everything on the radio
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| We light it up with our hands up
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| This is how we roll
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| This is how we ride
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| We slingin' up the mud, cuttin' through the countryside, baby
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| This is how we roll
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, this is how we roll
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| You know, this is how we roll
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| This is how we do
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| We’re burning down the night shooting bullets at the moon, baby
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| This is how we roll
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| Yeah, this is how we roll |