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cgm - roll it lyrics

[intro]
sometimes walk with it, but posted up of course with it
no law with it. protect your chest or get bored in it

[verse 1: rack5]
let go, let’s go, 3+piece still got echo
i’ve got to pour a shot of processco on bello, shes’s ready to do all my fellows
you know that the scoreboards nuts, go check what i’ve put on them tally’s. come like every jake in london knows my face now i’ve took off my bally
that’s five man squashed in a car on the hr smoking some bd cali
and you know that bdk would have been mans m if he didn’t do dasheen
one blade when i chop this slab but crow used two when hе chopped up ….,
they come and thеy turn right back, don’t come with blood cos then it’s….,
and we try put k on the kidd cos them man still wanna hang loose on aves
i don’t know about black don’t crack cos i jabbed mans nose and i heard it crack [left, right]
come back just wet my nank now i’m putting kermit on my private snap
i done like a thousand days in a all white cell and a hard blue mat

[chorus: rack5]
roll it, light it, this one+two’s got too much mileage
twist turn, sky him, put a man on my blade go flying
pull up, beat, timing
if scums riding mans riding, hang out the ride frightening
blu+blu+blu bluwoo
roll it, light it, this one+two’s got too much mileage
twist turn, sky him, put a man on my blade go flying
pull up, beat, timing
if scums riding mans riding, hang out the ride frightening
blu+blu+blu bluwoo
[verse 2: ty]
nothing ain’t changed still swing that borer, left mans stretched out in that corner, check their snaps then cross that boarder
my tings tryna do my head in, i told her cut this lift ain’t for her
two dot dot’s in a corsa, touring the opp+block doing explorer, back pack on man like i’m dora
my man got cheffed up, blood on my rambo swept off
talk on my name get shaved but that’s waist up i ain’t giving no leg shots
if i swing that blade your chest shot, red top, no come back thats dead off
saw me and then sped off
corn in the mash get send off

[verse 3: splasha]
when i was 11 i was raised by the gangsters, before bro had that bruk down astra
13, hitting shots after school, had to rush me to school just to sign my planner
spin with the tool like spanner, your p+ssed if you slip no bladder
just heard something got shot, hope that he drops, it’s a mazza [mazzaleen]
i’m surrounded by active drillas, nothing but knife and gun men
you say you got guns and we got guns, so lets have fun then
they do it for the snap, we bun them
and how many times have we cut them
bad b’s tryna link man, f+ck them
put on my creps and duck them
[chorus: rack5]
roll it, light it, this one+two’s got too much mileage
twist turn, sky him, put a man on my blade go flying
pull up, beat, timing
if scums riding mans riding, hang out the ride frightening
blu+blu+blu bluwoo
roll it, light it, this one+two’s got too much mileage
twist turn, sky him, put a man on my blade go flying
pull up, beat, timing
if scums riding mans riding, hang out the ride frightening
blu+blu+blu bluwoo

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