DA HOL 9 - We Keep Rollin lyrics

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[Hook: Kaos]

Caddies, Cutties, and Coups

All at the hot spots

Navi's, Bourbons

We scoopin ol' school drop tops

And it don't even matter if them

Hatas and them cops watch

Cuz we keep rollin' derty we keep rollin'

[Verse 1: Kaos]

Headin' on them highways, keep markin' and swervin'

In Excursions down Kingshighway

Rollin Escalades down Page, urryday

Double R's, Hummers and Jags, they derty D's boy stay paid

Top dropped, woody hella plush inside

Fully loaded mo wit urrythang customized

And he's rollin' wit the humps, the bump bumps

I mean the bump, thump hump bump humps in his trunk

And he's firin' up the dank, rollin' candy paint

Cheese, got blowed on the Rock Road, oh cant even blink ha

6-4's and SUV's wit the brains blown, runnin' trains on them

Only when they change the game mo

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[Verse 2: Kaos]

Ay lil' partna you ain't gettin' no hollas

Man there's too many ballas wit top dollas

Rollin in chromed out Pradas in Impalas

Steady sippin' and steady dippin'

They on a mission while you trippin'

Can't take that heat up out mo's kitchen

Your girl huggin' em, she got them vapors, he got paper

And she lovin' em, plus he hella cake it but uh

That's how it is wit them fine freaks, if you got mo' money

She gone mo you won't never keep no dime piece

Hangin' be wonderin' why you cant find her mo

She out hot sidin' wit Mr. Big Timer blow

She went from hikin' in them Nik's, to loud pipes

To wild nights, man your boy was trifin' them trucks and now bikes

And now I know that your feelings be hurtin', you see ya girl flirtin'

While you out wit your partnas purpin', tellin' urrybody

That your Excursion, you be splurgin' but whys ya girl twurkin'

And I heard she be workin', settin' it out wit just the mouth

You get it all up for a dub and we be like "What's up wit ya girl cuz?"

She runnin' choo-choos wit few crews and lil' dudes, be like

"Ay that's my girlfriend man she call me poo-poo"

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[Verse 3: Kemo]

Camilin paint on the Range, 22 inch rims derty

Switchin' lanes (TV!) peepin' out the Rams game

Urry chickenhead in the city know ya name, and ya be breakin' bread

Makin' change, even got a fo' wit the blown brain, damn dogg

Them rims tall as a mug, gotta use a purrachute to get up out the truck

You tryin' to embarrass every crew comin' up, postin' on them 22's

Laughin' at them dubs, ballin' out, wit ya crew snappin' at them clubs

After that what you doin' tappin' at some guns (yes'ir yes'ir)

3 ol' hoes in the basement, one from Nigeria and the other ones Jamaican

And they maybe, jockin' ya ride so derty do some backbreakers

But after that make sure the house vacant (y'all gotta bounce)

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