| Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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| I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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| Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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| (Verse 1 — Ali)
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| Yo, I’ma sucka for head wraps, no perms, just naps
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| Long shirt, fat ass, wit a brain to match
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| No poke, no soda, no talkin’back, grabbin''em out of college
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| I’m wisdom lookin’for knowledge, who got it I got it, I love it when you get that Zippendale in ya body
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| And shakin’ya la-de-da-de, in the party
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| Gon’shawty, now throw it on me naughty
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| And if both of y’all together, I’m in the center like Jahadi
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| And I like that (Woo), plus the both of y’all so fine
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| Why should I bite back (Woo), I’m just waistin’my lines
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| And havin’time after time, I’m just speakin’my mind
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| It don’t matter if I’m in the Range, or the Benz I’ma shine
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| Now ask, who that is, walkin’and talkin’that bull stuff
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| Somebody probably jealous 'cause they truck pulled up Am I gon’sweat that, hell naw, I’m gon’go
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| Out the do', to the ride, and just roll (Let's roll)
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| (Chorus x2 — Kandi)
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| Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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| I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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| Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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| (Verse 2 — Ali)
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| Check, check, well I got no love for losin'
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| Never been full of hate, no love for uzi’s
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| Wahchin’me again and again, like favorite movies
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| MC’s wit brains, obsessed wit oochie coochie
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| (I got more flavor than them, motherfucker)
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| You other facts of life acts too (Too)
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| No but, no drink, I gets very moody
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| I guess that why, I’m in love wit Bud just like brew
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| Truly yours, see my concert be too packed, just like Shakur
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| What’s in store, I’ma let jet like Acu-ra
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| Gas pedal hit the floor, zoom like the Camadors
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| See I’m your, Lunatic for hire
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| A ??? |
| will call them MC’s out like a bad umpire (You're outta here)
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| I snap neck, like a T roll before we retire
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| Oh Jim Carrey ass nigga, quit being a liar, liar
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| Am I gon’sweat that, hell naw, I’m gon’go
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| Out the do', to the ride, and just roll
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| (Chorus x2 — Kandi)
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| Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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| I like, all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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| Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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| (Verse 3 — Ali)
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| Now for real, I be to break 'em off
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| Hoe hopper, trick knocker, nobody does like we do each proper
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| Think he like papa, when I drop her
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| Lyin’on that ass now we fuckin''til the beat don’t stop her
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| Could it be I move too smooth, groove
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| That’ll make the whole party move
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| Spots I keep 'em hot, so honey be hot to try
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| Pull up on the lot, black gloves and a glock
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| My crew stand up, y’all crew catch rounds
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| Desert Eg, 4 pound, it’s got to, go down
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| Should I sweat that, hell naw I’m gon’go
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| Out the do', to the ride, and just roll
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| (Kandi w/ Ali talking in background)
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| Uh, Ali, Ali, keep rollin'
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| St. Lunatics, keep rollin'
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| (Chorus x2 — Kandi)
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| Rollin’in a drop top, ol school on 20 inch, 100 spokes, all day long
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| I like all the fly guys wit the rims and the beats
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| Million, candy paints, screens, wood, and leather seats (Leather seats)
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| Oh, Ali |