chuan from the start - uncle lyrics
(chorus):
(i got a roll it)
i got a roll it
i got a smoke it
i done spent 40
my pockets can’t hold ya
lil mama she see the cash, it make her nola dance
it make her wind it up
i hit it, she throw it back
i done spent 40
my pockets can’t hold ya (my pockets can’t hold ya)
i make her wind it (i make her wind it)
that little b#tch throw it(that little b#tch throw it)
lil mama she see the cash, it make her nola dance
it make her wind it up
i hit it, she throw it back
(verse 1):
ooh, roll it up
light it up
don’t give no f#cks
i hit my strut
i make flames
ooh, i’m burning up
she give me yuck, i melt inside the guts
whats ya name
or what you claim
i leave stains
for the set that i bang
what you think
i’m cooling
i’m chill
but i just caught a vibe
i’m on one, no seal
now, can you tell me
tell me how that sh#t feel
show me that love
better make sure it real
i’m the don
but i started in the field
raff my rug
sh#g her up
(chorus):
i got a roll it
i got a smoke it
i done spent 40
my pockets can’t hold ya
lil mama she see the cash, it make her nola dance
it make her wind it up
i hit it, she throw it back
i done spent 40
my pockets can’t hold ya (my pockets can’t hold ya)
i make her wind it (i make her wind it)
that little b#tch throw it (that little b#tch throw it)
lil mama she see the cash, it make her nola dance
it make her wind it up
i hit it, she throw it back
(verse 2):
so, count my funds
n#gga, just for fun
thats buddha’s hand
lil b#tch i’m smoking runtz
fill my tub
but, there ain’t no suds
dive in her water
my d#ck like a sub
can’t get enough
plus she eat it up
and for ya boy
she gonna make you duck
or get struck
i wouldn’t try my luck
we like crime mob
cause we buck and we knuck
holies
my holies go dumb
please don’t go starting me up
boil my kettle
i’m causing the pressure
i pick up the phone
and ya done
hitting the pedal
i’m upping my level
you wanted to settle
for ones
we got the hunnits pull up
we got it made, pull up
(chorus):
i got a roll it
i got a smoke it
i done spent 40
my pockets can’t hold ya
lil mama she see the cash, it make her nola dance
it make her wind it up
i hit it, she throw it back
i done spent 40
my pockets can’t hold ya (my pockets can’t hold ya)
i make her wind it (i make her wind it)
that little b#tch throw it (that little b#tch throw it)
lil mama she see the cash, it make her nola dance
it make her wind it up
i hit it, she throw it back
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