Dash D Cadet - Rollin Like A Trucka lyrics
rate meft. D Realz, Haydeez & TC
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
Rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Rolling, balling, I’m bossing
I’m coasting with my emotions
We smoking, your bitch, she chocking
On that bomb shit, that potent bitch
I’m dash, hoe, get open
Better recognize or get petrified
Life is to be living and you fucking die
So it’s fuck my life
I’m mollied out, don’t fuck with me
Your bitch in love, she stuck on me
Sat it up at a young age ‘cause I lost my mind at the age of 3
I’m a zombie, I’m Gandhi, all I want is peace and molly
Riding round in my Bugatti, that’s the dream I need, I’m sorry
If you finna feel it I’m too relentless
Stop signs is not invented
I feel good, I feel stupendous
She said I broke the fucking Guinness
Had to break his dick in a fucking canister
Yeah, bitch, I’m me, see, I’ve gain from the beast
Long Beach, I rep the sea
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
Rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I forget, I probably fucked two times
Stir up a G, mister what a buck a pea like
Like a Jedi, she looking at my third eye
She feeling like a virgin when I stick the stick in her life
Goddamn, bullshit, no squares in my circumference
Sucking, fuck you, I’m conscience
This just ain’t rocket science, I just make this shit look easy
Easy peasy lemon squeeezy, my mind filled up like graffiti
You can call the LAPD, ain’t nobody fucking with my clique
You can go and grab another clique
You ain’t never getting close to this, I spin like Jesus wrote this shit
Exodus, etc. she feeling me, she feeling me
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
Rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
Let me hit this weed, I gotta calm my nerves
Pop the molly, I’m feeling Nancy
Water by me, stay hydrated
You a bad bitch, say hi Haydeez
Feeling, feeling like I fucking made it
You hear the hurt, that’s me saying it
Click life, dango living
Feeling like a king and everything I sit in
My jack hoodie replaced the crown
Ain’t worried about it, don’t need it now
Get it later, I’m just having fun
I’m still young, only 20, bitch
No wife or cares, my life is shit
You got a big booty, you’re my kind of bitch
Ma, you look good in that designer shit
Now take it off, let’s get it on
That’s Marvin Gaye, take it down, no Chris Brown
Hit no hear explaining, go shit down
Didn’t expect it, already known
They always do it but it’s ok ‘cause I’m fucking different
Especially of this pill make me a motherfucker rapper/ magician
Get that y’all be rolling
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
I be rolling like a trucka, rolling like a trucka
Rolling like a trucka with no hands on the wheels
Rolling
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
I’m rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling
