(Bridge x2)
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My pocket full of them hundreds
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Finna roll up this weed
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All bitches they got bitches
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And all my weed come with no seeds
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(Hook)
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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This your boy Premro
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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Yeah
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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Premro 2
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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(Verse)
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Yeah!
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I’m pulled up with my bad bitch
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Ice cross, Styrofoam, never plastic
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Flying through the country like the dukes of hazard
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My mom and dad weren’t married, guess I’m a fat bastard
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But hoes love it, but I hate them hoe that do too much
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I don’t wonder this shit bout
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Who you know and who you fuck
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That’s not my business
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I’m tryin’ to get acquainted with yo jaw bone
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Get yours, get mine
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Then we can blow some shit on
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Lionel Richie, all night long
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Pop a rolling stone
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Under my hat, that’s my home
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Deep, never no fake shit come between my lips
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My nig
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Fuck all haters
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(Bridge x2)
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My pocket full of them hundreds
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Finna roll up this weed
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All bitches they got bitches
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And all my weed come with no seeds
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(Hook)
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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(Verse)
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My weed home with no seeds
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My bitch come with no draws
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Them diamonds ain’t got no flaws
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And I ain’t no respect for the law
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Ain’t got no for these niggas
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Nigga I don’t wanna talk talk to my pistol
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I ain’t got no love for these hoes
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I ain’t shouldn’t talk about bitch
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Talk to ma dick
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Yup!
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Behold they makin me sick
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They say I’m with the shit
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But really I’m not
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But maybe I am
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But I don’t give a damn
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I’m tryin to get my anti assigned for this lamb
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Uh
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She jumped to a whole nother subject
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Talkin’ about
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Where you get 250 gram
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I said never mind I go and ask my red big booty nurse bitch named Pamela
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You know what up with me
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You know I’m in this streets
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And I kill beasts
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And I’m caked up
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Fuck boy, don’t play with me
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That foe nigger, you stay with me
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If you smokin’ beverage get away from me
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Need a one liter Sprite and some ice
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8Ball I got a tray with me
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(Bridge x2)
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My pocket full of them hundreds
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Finna roll up this weed
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All bitches they got bitches
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And all my weed come with no seeds
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(Hook)
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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(Verse)
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All this killa I got in my swisha
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It seem like a nigga is all about killin’ himself
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Way the fire the weed, the higher I get
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I guess I just chasin’ my death
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Pour up, some of that potion in my coffee cup
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Roll up!
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Some of that gas
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Nigga don’t trap
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Black black black. black on black on black is the Llac
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Manicured nails, they bumpin my sack
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Heard she roll much better than me
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waist super-small, ass super-fat
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Told Siri hate my nigga Ball
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‘Cause you know that’s what we finna do
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tell my nigga I got them hoes
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And you know that we finna come through
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Mr. Mud Island
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Hoes on my jaw
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I ain’t even sayin’ nothin’
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Her mouth on my cock
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It’s that life that I live
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From that BAZ
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Till that ATM
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Pockets super swell
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(Bridge x2)
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My pocket full of them hundreds
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Finna roll up this weed
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All bitches they got bitches
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And all my weed come with no seeds
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(Hook)
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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Roll up, roll up, roll up…
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Poe up, poe up, poe up…
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Roll Up Poe Up
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| 8Ball |
