8ball & Mjg - Roll Up Poe Up lyrics

(Bridge x2) My pocket full of them hundreds Finna roll up this weed All b**hes they got b**hes And all my weed come with no seeds (Hook) Roll up, roll up, roll up… This your boy Premro Poe up, poe up, poe up… Yeah Roll up, roll up, roll up… Premro 2 Poe up, poe up, poe up… (Verse) Yeah! I’m pulled up with my bad b**h Ice cross, Styrofoam, never plastic Flying through the country like the dukes of hazard My mom and dad weren’t married, guess I’m a fat ba*tard But hoes love it, but I hate them hoe that do too much I don’t wonder this sh** bout Who you know and who you f** That’s not my business I’m tryin’ to get acquainted with yo jaw bone Get yours, get mine Then we can blow some sh** on Lionel Richie, all night long Pop a rolling stone Under my hat, that’s my home Deep, never no fake sh** come between my lips My nig f** all haters (Bridge x2) My pocket full of them hundreds Finna roll up this weed All b**hes they got b**hes And all my weed come with no seeds (Hook) Roll up, roll up, roll up… Poe up, poe up, poe up… Roll up, roll up, roll up… Poe up, poe up, poe up… (Verse) My weed home with no seeds My b**h come with no draws Them diamonds ain’t got no flaws And I ain’t no respect for the law Ain’t got no for these n***as n***a I don’t wanna talk talk to my pistol I ain’t got no love for these hoes I ain’t shouldn’t talk about b**h Talk to ma dick Yup! Behold they makin me sick They say I’m with the sh** But really I’m not But maybe I am But I don’t give a damn I’m tryin to get my anti a**igned for this lamb Uh She jumped to a whole nother subject Talkin’ about Where you get 250 gram I said never mind I go and ask my red big booty nurse b**h named Pamela You know what up with me You know I’m in this streets And I k** beasts And I’m caked up f** boy, don’t play with me That foe n******g, you stay with me If you smokin’ beverage get away from me Need a one liter Sprite and some ice 8Ball I got a tray with me (Bridge x2) My pocket full of them hundreds Finna roll up this weed All b**hes they got b**hes And all my weed come with no seeds (Hook) Roll up, roll up, roll up… Poe up, poe up, poe up… Roll up, roll up, roll up… Poe up, poe up, poe up… (Verse) All this k**a I got in my swisha It seem like a n***a is all about k**in’ himself Way the fire the weed, the higher I get I guess I just chasin’ my d**h Pour up, some of that potion in my coffee cup Roll up! Some of that gas n***a don’t trap Black black black. black on black on black is the Llac Manicured nails, they bumpin my sack Heard she roll much better than me waist super-small, a** super-fat Told Siri hate my n***a Ball ‘Cause you know that’s what we finna do tell my n***a I got them hoes And you know that we finna come through Mr. Mud Island Hoes on my jaw I ain’t even sayin’ nothin’ Her mouth on my co*k It’s that life that I live From that BAZ Till that ATM Pockets super swell (Bridge x2) My pocket full of them hundreds Finna roll up this weed All b**hes they got b**hes And all my weed come with no seeds (Hook) Roll up, roll up, roll up… Poe up, poe up, poe up… Roll up, roll up, roll up… Poe up, poe up, poe up…