8ball - roll up poe up lyrics
(bridge x2)
my pocket full of them hundreds
finna roll up this weed
all b-tches they got b-tches
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-tch
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 b-st-rd
but hoes love it, but i hate them hoe that do too much
i don’t wonder this sh-t bout
who you know and who you f-ck
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-t on
lionel richie, all night long
pop a rolling stone
under my hat, that’s my home
deep, never no fake sh-t come between my lips
my nig
f-ck all haters
(bridge x2)
my pocket full of them hundreds
finna roll up this weed
all b-tches they got b-tches
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-tch 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-gg-s
n-gg- 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-tch
talk to ma d-ck
yup!
behold they makin me sick
they say i’m with the sh-t
but really i’m not
but maybe i am
but i don’t give a d-mn
i’m tryin to get my anti -ssigned 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-tch named pamela
you know what up with me
you know i’m in this streets
and i kill beasts
and i’m caked up
f-ck boy, don’t play with me
that foe n-gg-r, 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-tches they got b-tches
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 killa i got in my swisha
it seem like a n-gg- is all about killin’ himself
way the fire the weed, the higher i get
i guess i just chasin’ my death
pour up, some of that potion in my coffee cup
roll up!
some of that gas
n-gg- don’t trap
black black black. black on black on black is the llac
manicured nails, they b-mpin my sack
heard she roll much better than me
waist super-small, -ss super-fat
told siri hate my n-gg- ball
‘cause you know that’s what we finna do
tell my n-gg- 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 c-ck
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-tches they got b-tches
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…
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