T.I. - Roll Up lyrics

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T.I. - Roll Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Problem] Compton, California It's well known, I get it crackin', though I already run my town, it's time to take it national Real is all I ever speak, every quote is factual Lick between my girly's legs She's 'bout to cum, she grab my 'fro Serving balls like McEnroe - cheese, I need no macaro' Play me like a Fruity Pop, goons I'll pop that cantaloupe When OT I go OD - it's two things that I'm gon' need: A pack of bougie ghetto b**hes and a pound of fire weed That'll have me adios, gang of boos, Apollo show f** 'em like I love 'em then I dip back to the barrio Money spinning like a wheel, it's cool cause every day I earn No one's higher, forest fire, check all the tree I burn Chachi Mr. Maserati, J full of that kamikaze Pop your hottie off a molly while cheesin' for paparazzi Never sloppy, always cool you-you the type that always lose Always makin' money songs when yours as short as interludes Ask your ho, I've been the dude b-bend the truth, never fake Never hate - used to have to bend the rules to get my cake Now I don't, now I'm straight - but my b**hes ain't, though Every day's a celebration - Diamond Lane, it's Separation [Hook: Problem] I'm just ridin' 'round with my n***as smokin' weed Pull up on my b**hes, yeah, I'm smokin' weed Handlin' most my business while I'm smokin' weed Only the realest of the realest get to smoke with me So roll up... (roll up, roll up...) Go 'head, bro, roll up... (roll up) b**h, you wanna smoke, you'd better roll up (Roll up, roll up...) Go 'head and roll up... (roll up) Or get the f** from 'round me, p**y! [Verse 2: T.I.] I got an O of bubble kush, finna roll that sh** Dirty Sprite, 2 litre, I'ma po'that sh** Got a bad b**h with me with a bad b**h with her They back that a**, I throw that D Not bullsh**, and I'm dead seer All I wanna do is get bread here Took her back to the condo, I didn't wan' f** her No sir, all I do is get head here Hydro smoke all in the air Ten bad b**hes, big derrieres Pretty toes, pretty titties, known millionaire The Louis duffel, I can fit about ten in there And what the f** I care about if I offend a square? Up your a**, shove your opinion there n***a, you lookin' at a self-made millionaire Lil' n***a, but I walk like a grizzly bear Okay, don't get it f**ed up, we with this sh** What you rap 'bout, we did the sh** Remember standing in the trap, I had 50 nicks Six months, came up, I had 50 bricks 100K looked like a meal ticket back in the day Look at me know, I could double, triple that in a day And that ain't some sh** a n***a just happen to say Literally, I'm tryna let you know what happened today G4 touch down, Bentley pull 'round Hopped in the back seat, her head went down While I roll one up, double my cup Pour up drink 'til I throw up Everybody know I don't give no f** I'm rich, you don't like me? So what? I'm drop-top riding, my Westside up Hustle Gang in this b**h, n***a, get with us [Hook: Problem] [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] A lot of y'all got Snoopy Dogg on y'all bucket list You wanna smoke a bleeze? You wanna bust a flig? I've got no problem with it - my nigs, just make it quick I'm tryna lay low, hey ho, as I stay low in your b**h She couldn't roll a blunt 'til I taught the ho and now she's a pro Easy though to freeze a ho, pleasable and feasible Scary thing, that Mary Jane Gon' do her thing no matter what Get gat 'em up, tizatted up - it's bad enough, next batter up Dreaded up, breaded up - connect the dots, set it up We blow 'til you can't get enough Like "give that up," don't give a f** Rules I bend 'em, hoes I break 'em Take they mind and in time reshape 'em Once I got 'em, shoot 'em, shot 'em Now the b**h is my new a**istant Lookin' good, steady twistin' Exercise to maximize Minimize my bottom, Problem Let me tell you what I'm gon' do Diamond Lane, comin' through Sell a pound, maybe two In the red, in the blue Smokin' green like "what it do?" [Hook: Problem]

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