| Uh, if it’s love, say that shit, yeah
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| If it’s war, then we slide too, yeah
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| I’m too grown to play that shit, yeah
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| I drop a bag and they gon' find you
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| Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
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| Roll with me or get rolled on
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| Boy, I’m ridin' 'til my soul gone
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| Cold world, put a coat on
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| You ain’t gang, nigga, hold on
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| Roll with me or get rolled on
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| Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
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| Nigga, picture me rollin', know I got Pac on, know that I got my Glock on
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| Self-made, good with that ratchet, play, you gon' die, holmes
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| Bitch-made, shrimp in the basket, them niggas popcorn
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| Know I’m gon' get my pop on
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| I hear you niggas adlibbing like me, lookin' like my clones
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| I see you niggas actin' all tough, but really mean no harm
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| I never wish the worst for 'em
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| Knowin' I’m out that mud and you still wanna throw dirt on me
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| Keep playin', I got a hearse for 'em
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| That boy say keep sprayin', nigga, keep sprayin' 'til you see one fall
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| Uh, keep prayin', nigga, we ain’t sparin' nan' one of y’all
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| You done got the don involved
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| I’m the wrong one to call, yeah
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| Uh, if it’s love, say that shit, yeah
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| If it’s war, then we slide too, yeah
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| I’m too grown to play that shit, yeah
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| I drop a bag and they gon' find you
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| Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
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| Roll with me or get rolled on
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| Boy, I’m ridin' 'til my soul gone
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| Cold world, put a coat on
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| You ain’t gang, nigga, hold on
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| Roll with me or get rolled on
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| Bully with the longnose
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| Handheld fully, extra handle, frrt, hold on
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| Medallion with the gold rope
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| Rollie face snocone
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| Eyeball the whole zone
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| Bubble coat needed, the temperatures in my zone cold
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| I put all of my woes on immediately
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| Overnight the pack to civilians somewhere in Sicily
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| Leather in the loft so soft, it came from Italy
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| Went from bein' broke to a boss, I’m talkin' literally
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| Look out for your people and feed 'em or that’s a penalty
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| Gotta keep the yeek, it ain’t peaches environmentally
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| He ain’t takin' pride in his bangin', a lack of dignity
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| I handpick the killers and utilize 'em efficiently, on G-O-D
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| Uh, if it’s love, say that shit, yeah
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| If it’s war, then we slide too, yeah
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| I’m too grown to play that shit, yeah
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| I drop a bag and they gon' find you
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| Ayy, roll with me or get rolled on
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| Roll with me or get rolled on
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| Boy, I’m ridin' 'til my soul gone
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| Cold world, put a coat on
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| You ain’t gang, nigga, hold on
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| Roll with me or get rolled on |