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Lil B

Roll It Up

 

Roll It Up

(album: Trap Oz - 2020)


Lean, lean

Lean on the back, lean on the front
Fuck around and smoke me a blunt
Fuck around and roll me a dutch
The plug done gave me a hug
Fuck it I'ma keep on smoking
Hitting weed, might as well go to Oakland
Hitting weed, I might as well fuck your bitch
Riding up in a tinted whip
Selling Skittles and we selling candy
Selling weed, Laffy Taffy
Cocaine tree and it came from granny
We don't sell crack and it ain't no family
[?]
Drop top Bentley, they ain't gon' pass me
I got bitches and they keep harassing me
Fuck around and we gotta blast him
Hitting the weed, blow it in your face
Blowing smoke and we gonna catch a case
Fuck around and got it on my waist
All my bitches gon' make me a plate
No, no, I am not on a date
Yes yes I got it on waist
Be my ho and I might catch a case
Fuck around with the .38

Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Smoke it up, smoke it up
Light it up, light it up
Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Smoke it up, smoke it up
Light it up, light it up

Gotta light the trees up
Fuck around, roll this weed up
Fuck around, catch a seizure
Fuck around, caught amnesia
Where the fuck is my weed man?
55 on each hand
Hundred bands, I'm a free man
Shout out Future and Freebandz
Shout out Yachty and QC
Shout out Hood Rich, yes indeed
Shout out 21 and Drugrixh
Shout out The Sauce Factory
Shout out Soulja Boy
Came in with the Almond Joy
55 but I'm not a boy
Rerocking that decoy
Selling K rolled out the kitchen
Remixing, remixing
I don't care, I don't got no feeling
Crying in the booth, they think I'm tripping
When I start trapping I start to cry
Selling this dope, ruin lives
Selling this weed on nine to five
Trapping so hard I done told a lie

Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Smoke it up, smoke it up
Light it up, light it up
Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Pass, pass, pass, pass me a blunt
Roll, roll, roll, roll it up
Smoke it up, smoke it up
Light it up, light it up

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