lirik lagu roll it up – hitman & jet 2
[chorus: jet 2 w/ hitman]
she said she want that contact, i
get her hot-box high
all in her eye (the ride)
roll a little weed up for me for me for me (roll it up for me)
[verse 1: hitman]
baby i’m so high, baby i’m so faded
been smokin’ weed, you should taste this
i feel faceless, eyes tight like braces
chiefin’ with my n-ggas like we play the raiders
check out my st–z, fire in all my weed
and i get high all by myself if ain’t no one to please
cause i’ve got several needs, that involve several things
and one of ’em is your girl wet while i swim in between, yeah
[chorus: jet 2 w/ hitman]
she said she want that contact, i
get her hot-box high
all in her eye (the ride)
roll a little weed up for me for me for me (roll it up for me)
[verse 2: hitman]
four grams in a blunt, sh-t burn for thirty minutes
eyes and your throat burnin’ just a couple symptoms
on my high cloud, suddenly in rhythm
that’s when i’m feelin’ my bars like i went to prison
but i went to the medical shop right on venice
where i copped the dro that hit harder than tennis
higher than me, you finished
probably need a replenish
been doin’ this since tenth grade when i started ditchin’
[chorus: jet 2 w/ hitman]
she said she want that contact, i
get her hot-box high
all in her eye (the ride)
roll a little weed up for me for me for me (roll it up for me)
[verse 3: hitman]
checkin’ my weed mileage, feel like i went ahead
gonna o.d. up off this sh-t, don’t mean a n-gga dead
can’t be a burden on my piff if you don’t bring the bread
especially when i get fed up on you extra heads
i like my b-tches red-bone like skeleton
who let me crash up in that p-ssy with no settlement
girl, i’m yo’ middle man when you trynna blow
whether it be my d-ck or two blunts of dro
[chorus: jet 2 w/ hitman]
she said she want that contact, i
get her hot-box high
all in her eye (the ride)
roll a little weed up for me for me for me (roll it up for me)
[verse 4: hitman]
we smoked another eighth, but i got no limit
there was a soldier in my lungs, now he’s a lieutenant
stopped smokin’ for a day, he was barely livin’
must have gave a n-gga air when i started piffin’
ain’t blowin’, you trippin’ i got a life to live it
i got that kind of weed you talk about, shout out my critics
and to my fans, 4-20 every day you listen
i want a million of y’all, the kind of sh-t i’m wishin’
[chorus: jet 2 w/ hitman]
she said she want that contact, i
get her hot-box high
all in her eye (the ride)
roll a little weed up for me for me for me (roll it up for me)
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