Cut it sharp, break it down
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Couple pounds, roll it up
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Add heat, kiss the end
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Let the colored vapors in
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Pass it round, counter-clock
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Let her show her titties, stop
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Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
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Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out
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Bitches and they asses out, money-countin cotton mouth
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Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
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Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
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My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch
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My huarache kicks and Bape tees, I really do this
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Snappin necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit
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Smokin joints with mixed breed bitches, right where the pool is
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I never press, just relax, don't start choosin
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Take a note [?] you fucking students
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Left my main chick now the new bitches I'm scoopin
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Stacey Dash type, I'm cheatin and they clueless
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I'm from the Gang or the pack or the litter
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Better guard your daughter or your mother or your sister
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Chances are she is an avid O.F. listener
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And when we exit she will proceed to exit with us
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To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor
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Party all night, it's her dream to be with us
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She'll tae kwon do anything that we mentioned
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Just because she know that we the Wolf Gang niggas
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Cut it sharp, break it down
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Couple pounds, roll it up
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Add heat, kiss the end
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Let the colored vapors in
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Pass it round, counter-clock
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Let her show her titties, stop
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Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
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Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out
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Bitches and they asses out, money-countin cotton mouth
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Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
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Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
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(I kept a g?), kept the good weed fired up
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It's been a good year record labels wanna hire us
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But O.F. just chillin, let the fuckers admire us
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My shit's so Swift, I could gay Miley Cyrus up
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But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon happen
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Ice water cold, I'm the coldest nigga rappin
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Y'all was cool in high school, what the fuck happened?
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Still low like Laurel parking ticket is, I'm dashin
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Are they gon pay us? And will they make it rain? Yup.
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Ignorant as fuck but I swear I won't change up
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That's a bad call, bitches catch fastballs
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Smack em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call
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Cut it sharp, break it down
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Couple pounds, roll it up
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Add heat, kiss the end
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Let the colored vapors in
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Pass it round, counter-clock
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Let her show her titties, stop
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Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
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Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out
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Bitches and they asses out, money-countin cotton mouth
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Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
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Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
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Rolling Papers
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| Domo Genesis |
