YOUNG CHRIS - Rolling Stone lyrics

rate me

Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peep, nigga

Gunna season, nigga

They say they never call, like gunning, you never home

A diamond up in the rough like papa of Rolling Stone

I got me some rolling papers, I take a shot of Patron

Tell J easy, I’m coming, let’s take a shot at the throne

I handle like Carry Irving won’t take me out of my zone

I’m dancing like…I’m breaking out of the dome

Frustration when it occur, I take it out on a song

Take time away from my daughter to settle the drugs

Damn, it’s getting darker tryna dodge an early craving

Tryna survive where I reside, getting higher, early stages

Still he fly, hitting the women…

Nigga, we faded, nigga, we faded

Trigga soldier, nigga, we made it, nigga, we made it

Taking over, back and travel over the world

All for daddy’s little girl, set her off for when she grow

So when I go, just let it blow