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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Akeem Ali
Akeem Ali
Vocals
C Gutta Beatz
C Gutta Beatz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Ali
Akeem Ali
Songwriter
Darwin Quinn
Darwin Quinn
Songwriter
Kitwan Adisa McCoy
Kitwan Adisa McCoy
Songwriter
Luke Sampson Crowder
Luke Sampson Crowder
Songwriter

Lyrics

To be pimp tight, you got to roll wow
If you don't aack, how could you know?
I'm super fly, I let it show, wow
I got vibes on grooves and I'm letting 'em go
I wanna roll
Just as sure as I been macking
They say, "Ali, Ali, Ali, tell me where you get steeze from"
I'm blessed with it, baby, same place you get yo sneeze from
A handsome motherfucker with the aura of a lighthouse
I stand still and let my light shine out for real, for real
A bad motherfucker, I know it and I ain't scared to say
If life is a gamble, I'ma shoot the crap every day
I spent my rent money on good vibes and a hard liquor
Found a bad bitch so I can bumper like a car sticker
Life is a paradise, I roll like a paradise
I roll on the river just like the woman that married Ike
Yeah, I'm a rollin' stone, rock and I'm rollin' on
It's in my DNA, rollin' in every chromosome
I'm a pimp in the night, I know it, grass is greener, I mowed it
Poppin' shit, I'm a colon, I'm down the aisle like I'm bowling
You baller blocking a goalie, I don't got time for a Roley
God body, I'm holy, look how I'm rollin', oh
To be pimp tight, you got to roll wow
If you don't mack, how could you know?
I'm super fly, I let it show
I got vibes on grooves and I'm letting 'em go
I wanna roll
Just as sure as I been mackin'
I wig on every track, I'ma sew in, ****
Low key, I'm ya father, I'm old den, ****
And off that liquor, I be walking like I'm half dead
Pop a collar, you don't want no problems, motherfucker, I'm a math test
I done set the smile on dimples, I just pop, bitch, my style on pimples
And I know how to put the style on simple
And let it coast so my demeanor taekwondo
Because I kick shit like a Shaolin Temple
I take a break, now I'm back on with it
They calling me Mr. Cosmetics, the way I put the mack on bitches
I get it shaking but I ain't gon' seize
Bitches tell me how cold I am and I know it but I ain't gon' freeze
And I can't throw the towel in on this shit even if it kills me
I been feeling like Apollo Creed, I wanna roll, baby
I wanna roll, baby
(Ain't no slackin' on my mackin', baby)
To be pimp tight, you got to roll wow
If you don't mack, how could you know?
I'm super fly, I let it show
I got vibes on grooves and I'm letting 'em go
I wanna roll
Just as sure as I been mackin'
(Ride on)
Baby, just call me if you roll
Ain't no slacking on my mackin'
Written by: Akeem Ali, C Gutta Beatz
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