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roll up - joey trap lyrics

[intro]
ah, oh
i hate long intros, n*gga, this sh*t is
uh, uh, uh, uh
oh

[verse]
bae, hold my stick, i’ma roll the blunt
ayy, you get l!cked, n*gga, i’m the one
maskin’ up, bandanna cover my face, get you done
you don’t want problems, it’s funny, it’s only begun
n*ggas be broke with no money, go flex in the club
how you dressed up in designer and look like a bum?
i been flexin’, swear to mama, i could bench a ton
if you don’t wanna get clapped, then n*gga, should run
if you don’t wanna see the mac, then shut up
big .30 on me, i’m clappin’, what up
shoot out the sunroof, i’m totin’ the drum up
p*ssy, you cappin’, i know you won’t run up
been seen a million, it still ain’t enough bucks
n*ggas hatin’ as long as the moon or the suns up
you be talkin’ too much, n*gga, get to the action
i got a full tank and you gettin’ a fraction
move back ‘causе the burner is, uh
move back ‘causе the burner is packin’
that’s the .30 shootin’, he ain’t knowin’ what happened
he was wide awake and now it look like he nappin’, ooh
how could i make up my mind?
christian dior or the louis vuitton
all this money on me, n*gga, i think i’ll retire
i think it’s funny you n*ggas get way too inspired
i spared your life, should be grateful you n*ggas alive
n*gga ’bout the family, i’m prepared to go die
they tryna eat off my plate, but they ain’t down the ride (ah, ah, ah)
ah, ah, ooh (ooh), ooh
hit from the back, your shorty get (ooh)
hit from the back, your shorty get crazy (ooh)
pop the percocet, your shorty get lazy
i got the packs of the white, man, i feel like the 80’s
n*gga, i’m totin’ the pipes so you’re not gonna fade me
n*gga, we taking your life so you’re not gonna, ooh
n*gga, the internet beef sh*t it really don’t phase me
i’m not a regular rapper, b*tch, treat me like jay*z (ooh)
ooh, gettin’ money on my own
n*ggas be gettin’ money on the phone
n*ggas be gettin’ money, it’s a loan
ayy, n*ggas is talkin’ to me, watch your tone
i still keep my chains on at home
i sent the birds out, they been gone
bust it open, bad thick red bone, ooh
uh, uh, uh, uh (uh, uh)
n*ggas ain’t pop out, you ain’t the bad guy
ayy, that ain’t drip, n*gga, you isn’t that fly
y’all sh*t cap, got nothing to rap ’bout
hit your b*tch from the back, i’m pullin’ her facts out (pullin’ the tracks out)
ooh
[outro]
uh, uh, uh, uh
graah

- joey trap lyrics

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