Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rollie, artist - Shawn Chrystopher
Date of issue: 30.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rollie |
Yeah |
Taking everything from the top |
WAV |
We in here getting everything they said we couldn’t have |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
I drink champagne for breakfast |
Have champagne for brunch |
Take a nap in my office |
Then stunt on niggas for lunch |
No I do not need much |
Just gold bottles, gold models, gold chains |
A Ferrari that be switching lanes, and a pinky ring |
I’m a pimp by relation |
You’s a ho by relationship |
Spending all that time chasing that dame |
Boy that make me sick |
I stack so much bread |
That they call me Wonder |
Nigga I need a new passport |
For all the time spent down under |
Yeah, she come like she running late |
I eat that bitch up like a dinner date |
So much Pinot I ain’t thinking straight |
Waiting on me to fall like the summer late |
I be balling long distance in other states |
Put up numbers like I rock the number eight |
And white bitches love me like summer lakes |
And my shooter next to me like running mates |
I’m flipping numbers like Uno |
I’m the realest nigga you know |
So Rodger that, nigga 10−4 |
Pull up with the pipe loud |
But you know I got the tint low |
Driveway looking like a Benz show |
You be in a rental |
Still live at home cause your rent low |
Nigga I be with the gold grills, and the black hat |
With my brim low, learned that from the OG’s |
Niggas stay stacking Rollies |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
Grind to the max |
Fuck paying tax |
I told my bitch I’ll be back when I’m back |
I’m spitting on wax, stacking my racks |
Thirty-eight right in my waist when I rap |
Don’t trip Jack, I’m Slater no Zach |
Got saved by a whole bell of that crack |
I’m a quarterback, Kobe with the Mack |
But actually I can shoot better than that |
Master with P’s, sell it for the G’s |
Ain’t no limit if you trying to cop some keys |
Rollie by my sleeve, I’mma pimpanese |
Malcolm X, complex by any means |
Japanese denim on all of my jeans |
Every day thing, leave by the CREAM |
Wu-Tang complex since I was a teen |
Now I’m getting older, weight on my shoulder |
Feeling like Atlas trying to hold the world up |
When I’m just trying to hold my fam and my girl up |
But they ain’t understand my X-files like I was Scully and Mulder |
This Kush and a Xan got me really unsober |
But I’m too much of a soldier |
To let these drugs take over |
Had to cop some work, send it OT |
Just to get them loafers |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get them Gucci and them Louis leathers |
Nigga I’mma grind in any fucking weather |
Just to get that Rollie with that fucking bezel |