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I got that Rolly, Rolly Gotti tote that holy, holy Hopped up with that Rolly-polly Hottest in your girly worly Designer fitted roped to tote that bag Flippin' all them packs On that dope, see that gas Burnin' all that cash She got that Rolly, Rolly Sending me them fire emojis Kickin' off with that Coke and that sound 'Bouta talk tough with bands, that's on me Roll, dip, smash Throw them hands, that cash Rep that Saber Gang, man, sell that pack, so loud Yeah, that be that checker game stacking Oh it's Xanakin packing Oh this flexy game cocky Posted on Prvnci's lane boppin' You know that stick roped like bombs Wrap this, on God Turned to Xandr, like oh God Got these bad hoes, let's Rolly, Rolly Rollies and parties 'til five in the morn' Whippin' that Tech, got that fire drippin' on Flippin' that check for a badder hoe Sippin' on A.C.T., it bottled up Chopper on max go dah, dah, dah Hitting her ass like ah, ah, ah She talking, she bad, so I gave her all my love Cuff that freak bitch then I ate that booty raw This no marijuana Crack, the cane is rawer Got that shit in keys Ya, ya I got that Rolly, Rolly Gotti tote that holy, holy Hopped up with that Rolly-polly Hottest in your girly worly Designer fitted roped to tote that bag Flippin' all them packs On that dope, see that gas Burnin' all that cash She got that Rolly, Rolly Sending me them fire emojis Kickin' off with that Coke and that sound 'Bouta talk tough with bands, that's on me Roll, dip, smash Throw them hands, that cash Rep that Saber Gang, man, sell that pack, so loud Yeah, that be that checker game stacking Oh, it's Xanakin packing Oh, this flexy game cocky Posted on Prvnci's lane boppin' You know that stick roped like bombs Wrap this, on God (Yeah) Turned to Xandr (Oh) like, oh God (Yo) Got these bad hoes, (Oh) let's Rolly, Rolly (What) She be in my Rolly-polly, o-o-ollie And be-And be on her flexing Legs like a pony (Yah), blow me I don't like to talk, lemme hit it (Yeah), sit it Run up, hello miss, come and kick it Ooh, g-g-gang boy (Yeah), do a stain, boy (What) Got 'em things, boy (Yah), the drum go off with it (Boom) I'm going off in it (Ah), y'all really soft with it (Ah) My windows off tinted (Yeah), she getting off in it (Yo) See that roll Like ooh Cali, how you roll Boppin' out the show (What) She got that Rolly, Rolly That Rolly, Rolly, that Rolly, Rolly Like ah Rolly, Rolly That Rolly, Rolly, that Rolly, Rolly Like ah Sippin' on this drink Smokin' on that dank Rollin' out the bank Oh, oh, oh, oh
Writer(s): Xanakin Skywok, Logan Sedergren Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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