Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollin Stone, artist - Little Simz. Date of issue: 02.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rollin Stone |
| I was in São Paulo |
| Eatin' palm hearts and I couldn’t believe my surroundings (No) |
| True, I got the Ends in me, listenin' to Headie |
| Gettin' gassed in the mountains (Yeah) |
| No time for the thirst trap, nigga, I’m quenched |
| I drink from a different fountain (Sip) |
| Hard food when I serve that |
| All these likkle fish get fried and your yam get pounded (Pounded yam) |
| Mm, might be a brat for a bit |
| Fuck your blunt, man, I want my spliffs |
| Want my farm and I want my chicks |
| Want my suit tailored by Gucci |
| First-class to Shibuya for the sushi |
| Give me my cheques and give me my plaques |
| Want breakdowns and I want my stats, pronto (Now, now) |
| Yah, yeah, God flow |
| Make you wanna dance all day lik Alfonso (Move your body) |
| Wanna talk about P’s, wanna talk about wage, but can you do the job though? |
| (Can you?) |
| I can’t vouch for a man that ain’t got the talent and business combo (No) |
| It’s all a sport, flow on archery, don’t get hit with the crossbow |
| Stayed to myself, been true to the core (Stay to myself, man, I stay to myself) |
| I was always the illest, there’s never been no cure (No medication) |
| Callin' shots like I call in favours, facts (True) |
| My niggas got me if I ever need that |
| Still, there’s things I’m faced with |
| Stormz' ain’t lyin', man, these fools audacious (Yeah) |
| Might demonstrate frustration |
| Tryna keep cool, but I’m losin' patience (Ayy) |
| Hmm, no cap, we hate snakes and we hate rats |
| You can have opinions, just don’t mislead the youth in your raps (Please, |
| please, please, please, please) |
| Mummy handled business, Papa was a rollin' stone |
| I’m a mix of both, there ain’t no bitch-boy in my bones |
| Fuckin' up this dough like say it’s pizza |
| You can’t get in Italia, Fashion Week, huh |
| Shut down Milan down to Rome |
| Lookin' like the future, got you fearin' the unknown |
| I got stories regardin' your bitch I won’t disclose |
| Picture perfect, nothing picture perfect here, I know |
| All illusion, why the world confusing? |
| I don’t know |
| You can’t diss me three-time, pull up behind, you’ll never see I |
| I’m probably the reason why your boss has had to resign |
| Niggas follow my step, read about me like I’m Eli |
| I just book a flight only to land and have some me-time |
| Let me be, I’m (Let me be, I’m) |
| Takin' time out, hold my spot, go through your time now |
| Huh, pull up at your spot, they’re throwin' roses at my feet, yeah, yeah |
| Fuck you mean? |
| In the presence of a queen |
| Bad bitch say that she wanna know what’s underneath |
| I can show you things in private, know I hate to cause a scene, yeah |
| Range black just to match the colour of my skin |
| Last year, pen was crazy, this year tougher with the ink, yeah |
| Know the people miss me, they like, «Where the fuck you’ve been?» |
| Yeah |
| Counted all my losses, manifested all my wins, yeah |
| Can’t believe it’s Simbi here that’s had you listenin' |
| Well, fuck that bitch for now, you didn’t know she had a twin, yeah |
| I’ve been in my zone, movin' lowkey in Berlin, ah |
| You can get the smoke, nigga, das ist kein Problem, ah |
| Where do I begin? |
| Ah |
| You might just find out real soon, go through your time now |
| Rollin' stone |
| Rollin' stone |
| Rollin' stone |
| Rollin' stone |