Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollin Up, artist - OH No. Album song Disrupted Ads, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.01.2013
Record label: Kash Roc Entertainment
Song language: English
Rollin Up |
| Yeah, let me take y’all for a ride |
| Hap in this bitch, let’s go, let’s go! |
| Pulled your hair come now |
| I told you ain’t come out |
| I told you ain’t come out |
| I told your. |
| come now |
| I’m tired of this lane mass hoes and lane mass bitches |
| I’m back to my west coast, and on to the riches |
| The road, the vicious circle act the chock, the sickness |
| The mads, the time father won’t stop for the living |
| The bread in the bridges, but broken every building |
| Seeing the home miss chillin, and the hopeless dinners |
| Back to the whole world for the life |
| And everybody’s pitchin |
| 'cause life of bitches you die, so why I reach up in |
| God dope, but still broke, just another week and I’ma still smoke |
| If you all ain’t rich Nicki you poe, that’s what pops colder to me |
| So I took it the gold, no matter how much money you never clean to soul |
| When you know that I held tight, in the hell of sight |
| My mama named the last mike, 'cause I was guide like |
| Always had the insight, I take that flight |
| If anybody got rolls who make that right |
| I told you, everywhere I’m at |
| Face it, face it up |
| I told you, everywhere I go |
| Bangin and turn it up |
| I told you here or not |
| I told you here come now |
| I told your. |
| Check it! |
| I’m rollin' up, the weed is broken up |
| I start to spit Lamborghini angie soapin up |
| Bring.my stuck, how you was going up |
| You just a doubt on the screen, not even showing up |
| On the scan, suckers only do what they can |
| So when the shit it’s the fan, then they start chocking up |
| Then they get on the stand and start to sing like a tool can |
| Get back in the street, in the street soak em up |
| It’s just another problem solved |
| He jumped out the window, while just watch them fall |
| Anything my fault 'cause it ain’t my call |
| These give me third degrees and try to break my balls |
| But I won’t fall 'cause I was raised to a bay to call |
| And stay low, my low low scrape the road |
| I’m in the mob like a fool clip ready to low |
| I go off to walk like a bomb, set you were slow |
| I told you, everywhere I’m at |
| Face it, face it up |
| I told you, everywhere I go |
| Bangin and turn it up |
| I told you here or not |
| I told you here come now |
| I told your. |