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PROBLEM - Roll Up lyrics

rate me

feat. Snoop Dogg & T.I.

Compton, California

It’s well known, I get it cracking, dog

I already run my town, it’s time to take it national

Real is all I ever speak, every quote is factual

Lick between my girly’s legs

She’s ’bout to cum, she grabs my ‘fro

Serving balls like McEnroe, cheese, I need no macaro’

Play me like a Fruity Pop, goons’ll pop that cantaloupe

When OT I go OD, it’s two things that I’m gonna need

A pack of bougie ghetto bitches and a pound of fire weed

That’ll have me adios, gang of boos, Apollo show

Fuck ‘em like I love ‘em then I dip back to the barrio

Money spinning like a wheel, it’s cool ‘cause every day I earn

No one’s higher, forest fire, check all the tree I burn

Chachi Mr. Maserati, J full of that kamikaze

Pop your hottie off a molly while cheesing for paparazzi

Never sloppy, always cool, you the type that always lose

Always making’ money songs when yours as short as interludes

Ask you hoe, I’ve been the dude, been the truth, never fake

Never hate, used to have to bend the rules to get my cake

Now I don’t, now I’m straight, but my bitches ain’t, though

Every day’s a celebration, Diamond Lane, it’s separation

I’m just riding ’round with my niggas, smoking weed

Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I’m smoking weed

Handle most my business while I’m smoking weed

Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me

So roll up

Go ‘head, bro, roll up

Bitch, you wanna smoke, you’d better roll up

Go ahead and roll up

Or get the fuck from ’round me, pussy

I’ve got an O of bubble kush, finna roll that shit

Dirty Sprite, 2 liter, I’mma pour that shit

Got a bad bitch with me with a bad bitch with her

They back that ass, I throw that D

No bullshit, I’m dead serious

All I wanna do is get bread here

Took her back to the condo, I didn’t wanna fuck her

No sir, all I do is get head here

Hydro smoke all in the air

Ten bad bitches, big derrieres

Pretty toes, pretty titties, known millionaire

The Louis duffel, I can fit about ten in there

And what the fuck I care about if I offend a square?

Up your ass, shove your opinion there

Nigga, you looking at a self-made millionaire

Lil’ nigga, but I walk like a grizzly bear

Okay, don’t get it fucked up, we with this shit

What you rap ’bout, we did the shit

Remember standing in the trap, I had 50 nicks

Six months, came up, I had 50 bricks

100K looked like a meal ticket back in the day

Look at me know, I could double, triple that in a day

And that ain’t some shit a nigga just happen to say

Literally, I’m tryina let you know what happened today

G4 touch down, Bentley pull ’round

Hopped in the back seat, her head went down

While I roll one up, double my cup

Pour up drink till I throw up

Everybody know I don’t give no fuck

I’m rich, you don’t like me? So what?

I’m drop-top riding, my Westside up

Hustle Gang in this bitch, nigga, get with us

I’m just riding ’round with my niggas, smoking weed

Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I’m smoking weed

Handle most my business while I’m smoking weed

Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me

So roll up

Go ‘head, bro, roll up

Bitch, you wanna smoke, you’d better roll up

Go ahead and roll up

Or get the fuck from ’round me, pussy

A lot of y’all got Snoopy Dogg on y’all bucket list

You wanna smoke a bleeze? You wanna bust a flig?

I’ve got no problem with it, my nigs, just make it quick

I’m tryina lay low, hey hoe, as I stay low in your bitch

She couldn’t roll a blunt till I taught the hoe

And now she’s a pro

Easy though to freeze a hoe, pleasable and feasible

Scary thing, that Mary Jane

Gonna do her thing no matter what

Get cannon up, tizatted up, it’s bad enough, next batter up

Dreaded up, breaded up, connect the dots, set it up

We blow ’til you can’t get enough

Like give that up, don’t give a fuck

Rules I bend ‘em, hoes I break ‘em

Take they mind in time and reshape ‘em

Once I got ‘em, shoot ‘em, shot ‘em

Now the bitch is my new assistant

Looking good, steady twisting

Exercise to maximize

Minimize my bottom, Problem

Let me tell you what I’m gonna do

Diamond Lane, coming through

Sell a pound, maybe two

In the red, in the blue

Smoking green like what it do?

I’m just riding ’round with my niggas, smoking weed

Pull up on my bitches, yeah, I’m smoking weed

Handle most my business while I’m smoking weed

Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me

So roll up

Go ‘head, bro, roll up

Bitch, you wanna smoke, you’d better roll up

Go ahead and roll up

Or get the fuck from ’round me, pussy

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