Joell Ortiz - Roll Deep lyrics

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I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I’ll join now, you could leave with half of your face

With one AO, we play no games, been that fuego

Pain and we lay low, playing to the highland, I’m with Dego

Ice grill chill out, melt your whole grill out

Mouth piece spill out, you laying there, still out

Waking up the ambulance, paperwork to fill out

We hop up in them new things that pill out

Ain’t nothing sweet, our bakery is street

Heroes get hoes like bagels, we roll T

It’s straight bread over here, fireworks everywhere, you over there, huh?

Sam, you live once, dead, I’m in here going bad near

That’s one, step up from ham

I do it ‘cause I can, I got that live music in my pocket, bam

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

Yep, yep, I do this, fuck up and threw it

Pull up to your block in a pod with shooters

I’m hood to the hood power, salute your boy with a goody hour

Hard man, I let in that, dope boy, predator

Still got work with a chirp on a cellular

Still in the good, I’m a barber shop regular

Ask about the boy, man, etcetera

My bronze is the baddest, horses and carriage

I could walk in with something gorgeous from Paris

Back side, yeah, awesome … back shots later on, I snag it

Yeah, this is payback, yeah, it’s from way back

When niggas had jokes, now I laugh in a Maybach

I ain’t bragging about what I drive, let’s just say that

I pull up to the hood and y’all hate that

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

At night with the papi spiked with Bacardi

Fifth in a Wrangler, knife in a party

Goons everywhere, bitches everywhere

You damn right we everywhere, nigga

You slum at the bar, my team in the cut

Clean in my jeans, green in the dutch

She want a …, clean in her cup

She’ll be back tomorrow, yep

Ain’t really nothing you can do

Your boy is on fire, I’m turning up the oven and the fuel

Look at you, disgusting with your flu

Sick of you rubbing on your stomach like you do

Milk crate posy, slam down copy

Ices for papi, drip down sloppy, better boy watch me, I’m PR Rocky

Hooker, ain’t anybody try to stop me

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico