| Baby, you so fly, I gotta let you know something
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| Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something
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| Page one of them corner boys, them young niggas don’t know nun
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| Top grade marijuana, baby, I just wanna smoke something
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| Can you roll one? |
| Tell me, can you roll one?
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| Can you roll one? |
| Tell me, can you roll one?
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| Ass pokin' out them jeans, you make me wanna poke something
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| I gotta let you know something, I’m gon' let you hold something
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| Copped two girls look just like you and we gon' have a foursome
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| I got so much dro to roll, I think I wanna roll one
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| I ain’t none of these average joe, respect the fact, got cabbage, ho
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| I ain’t no horse and carriage, ho, I’m not with no marriage, ho
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| Gucci Mane go Macho Man on a bitch, Randy Savage
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| If you sicker than a big dick then Big Guwop got the antidote
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| Diamonds on my pinky finger, same size as a cantaloupe
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| just like a antelope
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| Gucci Mane just cuttin' down trees, you don’t know, bitch, call Geronimo
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| This money got me ten times more swagged out than I was a month ago
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| And this paper got me too turnt up, just blasted off a blunt ago
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| I turn Cassie to a nasty ho, Rihanna to a classy ho
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| Get you out them panties, lay you on that sofa
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| It’s just like a sandwich, come and eat this cold cut
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| Baby girl feelin' herself, hands on her hips like «So what?»
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| Swear to God she bent down for too long, it’s time to go up
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| Lil money, bitch, it’s time to grow up
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| Get to grindin', grab the weed, get the blunts and roll up
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| Them club owners know what’s up, them girls wanna roll with us
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| They love how we showin' up, show up, big faces, throw up
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| Me and Gucci brought cash to the club
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| Smokin' out the bag in the club
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| Hold on, gotta gas in the club
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| Rich Homie bitch got the fattest ass in the club
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| Niggas mad in the club
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| Bitch
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| We gon' pull up last to the club
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| Me and Meech still passin' on girls
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| Drivin' with money, got cash in the car, shawty
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| Gucci ain’t poppin', he think that he poppin'
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| That arrogant, ugly lil' son of a bitch
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| Swear that he fresh and he think that he rich
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| I’m gon' try hit every car that he get
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| Pardon my pimpin', man, pardon my pimpin'
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| Man, pardon my pimpin', excuse my fish
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| Come out the hip, shoot off the rip
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| Pick the grip up, man, I’m coming equipped
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| Pity the fool, pity the fool
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| Get a when I’m late on the rent
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| Straight in, can’t see past the tint
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| Lay in your britches, I’m pitching a tent
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| Yes, I admit, broke as a bitch
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| No window to throw out a pot and the piss
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| Bright as a bitch, pardon my French
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| My Rollie is yellow so pardon the piss
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| I’m talking to Tony, I told you you monkey
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| I warned you and warned you, now pay me me money
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| I’ll make you regret that you came to my country
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| What would possess you to play with me money?
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| from monday to monday
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| Sunday to sunday, friday to thursday
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| Run up on me, you thought you was splurging
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| Hit in the head and in need of a surgeon |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Roll One , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Deluxe Edition (Rich Homies Ent Presents Rich Homie Quan & Gucci Mane), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп