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dob – rolling papers lyrics

[intro verse]

we the broke boys
always bring the noise
we the outlaws, mobbin’ with no cause
probably on the yacht, my sauce drippin’ sauce
city on the map, she had t-tties on my sack
got a b-tch in the lobby and i skeeted on her back
i just skeeted on her body, swear to god its alcoholic
got that b-tch here in the back and she gon’ f-ck it on my saucage
got a–inhales-
baby on my mommy on my yacht

[chorus]

broke boys always asking for some rolling paper (rolling paper)
f-ckin’ quit hatin’ on me boy i’m f-ckin faded (f-ckin faded)
switch the topic on you hoes im feelin elevated
finna crack it till i roll im feelin h-lla faded
till i roll im on that rolling paper (rollin)
got the rollin paper and i’m smokin like i’m -unintelligible- (with all the rollin paper)
broke boys always hating on some f-cking rolling paper (aye)
f-ck these hoes ill make them swallow all these rollin papers

[verse]

got the city on my map (suckin on the haters)
skeet on all her back (l!ckin’ on the haters)
my waves too rap (squares on the paper)
ak’s bring naps, salsa gang in this b-tch and we got the f-ckin world
we gon, we gon f-ck yo f-cking girl
we got the flow, he go on a hater like a bisemo, bisemo?
-gibberish-
why my friend so f-cking freaky though

[chorus]

[outro]

yeah!

- dob lyrics

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