50 CENT

50 CENT - Roll That Shit lyrics

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[Intro]"I really hate havin to resort to knockin elderly people in the head for they money! But I'll do it! I'll do it! Yea, you know I'll do it I'll do it, I'll do it Yea, you know I'll do it I like gettin high, mm-uh-uh"{"SMS, Audio"}[Chorus: 50 Cent] + (Kidd Kidd)I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit(Nigga I'm high as a muh'fucker)I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit {"The Letter C"}(Ain't nann nigga 'bout to come tell me nothin)I'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit(I'll make yo' bitch come smoke with me)I'll roll the shit - I'll roll the shit(That's why yo' bitch wan' roll with me, huh!)My Bentley Coupe ain't got no topIt's hot, I'm checkin my APIf I shout let's roll, then bitch you wan' rollNigga you must be crazyI'll roll the shit, I'll smoke the shit...I'll roll the shit - I'll smoke the shit...[50 Cent]Hey Slim, hey Shady look what you done didMade a Southside nigga get a pocket full of breadGot that Bentley Mulsanne to match that boatBeige leather seats in it, they match that dopeKush smoke same color to match that coatI'm chin-chillin; Mo' spillinDom poppin, party rockinMy beat knockin, your bitch watchinMy feds clockin my shitBlew a grand apiece on all of my kicksGet your ass whipped you step on my shitNigga you blink I'm all in yo' bitchPut her in the club, teach her to turn trickJack'll be nimble, Jack'll cum quickThis pimp shit, break the paper off bitchThat shit fake, Audemars don't tickThem ain't diamonds, what is this shit?I'm confused, this bill don't go and pickI'ma match that deal with my hatThey said I fell off, I snapped right backNigga my money can't fit in no safeGot a mil' for e'ry lil' bump on yo' faceTryin to count mine, I'm walkin up in the vaultBetter have a pound if you niggaz wan' smoke[Chorus][Kidd Kidd] + (50 Cent)HUH! 50 Cent, look what you done didTook a Ninth Ward nigga from the hood made him bigNow every hoe want a kid from the Kidd KiddThey tripped, slipped and fell on my dickGive me brain like I ain't got no senseI got change, dollars and lil' centsI got rich, they ain't seen me sinceNow it's all startin to make senseI pull up in that brand new BenzAll of a sudden I got brand new friendsBrand new chopper, bitch go blakkaBRRRRRT, like I just broke wind(I roll the shit, I smoke the shit)I forgot she was in my bed(I roll the shit - I smoke the shit)Damn~! I blew through all my breadThat Lambo ain't got no topMan I'm hotter than stove topRider Gang, we on topAnd we havin a smoke-outEyes low but I'm so highDon't ask me, I don't know whyI'll roll the shit and I'll smoke the shitAs long pass the shit don't ask me shit, HUH![Chorus]

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