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PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Kookup
Kookup
Programming
Palaze
Palaze
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Kookup
Kookup
Songwriter
Palaze
Palaze
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kookup
Kookup
Producer
Palaze
Palaze
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
KoopUp
KoopUp
Producer
Paul Bailey
Paul Bailey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I come here just to say burned that Free comin', bitch, brr Uh, yeah, I'm tired No cap Uh, bad Uh, I'm tired Palaze, what you cookin'? (Mhm) Mhm, hey, ayy Met a bad bitch, put kids on her face, Now I'm childish, mhm (Yeah, I'm childish) Givenchy with your Gucci in this bitch, Now they say he stylish, yeah, ooh (He stylish) Better watch your mouth when you talk, 'Cause you know I get violent Kill anybody (Brr), just caught a body, did it in silence, yeah, yeah I told the bitch, "Roll my dope" (Roll my dope) But, bitch, don't smoke my weed (Don't smoke my pound) This big-ass Glock got a toe (Let's go) Ayy, this a felony (This a felony) I don't know what the lil' bitch thought (I don't know) She ain't gettin' no weddin' ring And I don't know why you open your legs, 'Cause, bitch, you ain't gettin' no head from me Roll up exotic (Roll up exotic) My bitch, she a hottie, got a nice body (Got a nice body) And I met her at Follies (Met her at Follies), we went to the hotel And fucked in the lobby (In the lobby), yeah, yeah Roll up exotic (Exotic), roll up, uh, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah, roll up exotic (Exotic) Roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah Glock on my hip, I'ma tote, I'ma thunk (Brr) Smokin' on opps, we ain't sparkin' no Runtz (Bop) Chop up his body, then put him in the trunk Been there for two weeks, he start smellin' like a skunk Fuck the police and then fuck Donald Trump (Boom) Who was there when I was posted in the slumps? (Boom) .13, but this gun got a drum Man, I swear to God his mind went out from him I told the bitch, "Roll my dope" (Roll my dope) But, bitch, don't smoke my weed (Ha) Oh, you pressed now? Open up your mouth with your neck now We finna fuck all night, bitch, it's bedtime (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm finna fuck like I just did fed time But I'm a juvie, just shot a movie in a jacuzzi (Jacuzzi) Roll up exotic (Roll up exotic) My bitch, she a hottie, got a nice body (Got a nice body) And I met her at Follies (Met her at Follies), we went to the hotel And fucked in the lobby (In the lobby), yeah, yeah Roll up exotic (Exotic), roll up, uh, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah, roll up exotic (Exotic) Roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah I told the bitch, "Roll my dope" But, bitch, don't smoke my weed I told the bitch, "Roll my dope" But, bitch, don't smoke my weed NLE the top shotta, Got the bomb like تنظيم القاعدة Ha, nah, nah Roll up exotic, roll up, uh, roll up exotic Yeah, roll up exotic, roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic (Exotic), yeah Roll up exotic, roll up it, roll up the, roll up exotic
Writer(s): Bryson Potts, Christoffer Marcussen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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