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i.m.p. (usa) - i'm rollin lyrics

[intro]
hey, fool, you better slow that car down!
got that new car driver down here by you, baby!
this is all illegal
they will never fix it

[verse 1]
dip in the dark, i went down to eo
when i seen a snowbunny in a droptip ’ville
rolling so clean with the daytons and vogues
pearl royalty bait, tip dipped in gold
thinking to myself “who could this skeezer be?”
so i punch my droptop n+u+t
she stopped at the light, i dipped up sick
i dropped my snakeskin top and said “what’s the l!ck?”
she said “i love you nut, it’s cramping my ville”
with the zeniths and the vogues and the snake 5th wheel
i said “it’s funky fresh that a brownie shocked”
girl eye coin cold, real snakeskin top
slammed in the ass 4 deep, with a lotta b+tt
gold plates on the back spell out “cougnut”
cause…that’s my style, and i gotta be fresh
when i dip 8 deep, i d+a+s

[hook]
i’m rollin, dippin sick
packin so hard, that’s the frisco l!ck
i’m rollin, dippin sick
(record scratching)
[verse 2]
i passed baby at the light cause she was a joke
and i also left rubber in vogue smoke
punch a nut to the stand, what i seen said
straight boomin, i’m seeking brand dolphin head
the traffic was packed and the narcs was hot
i was dirty with a key, but somehow, i forgot
i dipped past home, but he spotted me
while the c+o+u+g+n+u+t

[hook]
i’m rollin
(record scratching)

[verse 3]
i got ghost on the narcs in my 351
burning 6+4 rubber in his face was fun
jetted out to the bridge, doing 90 in low
my alley based up at stronghead, east of the o
my posse was riding at the eastmont mall
i put the 1 in my phone and gave chill a call
chill was getting busy, so i spit at lou
he said “yo cougnut, come get the crew”

[hook]
i’m rollin, dippin sick
packin so hard, that’s the frisco l!ck
i’m rollin, dippin sick

[verse 4]
kick it slow through the o, i had to cold get ill
cause i stopped at the light next to this ‘ville
it was fresh like the nut, he had the beats
a phantom top, gold rims, 2 tone main seats
gold grill, 8 tint, with a bar and a phone
he was cramping, see, much of his sh+t was gone
pass off to a block
picture, i got toast…by a droptop rolls, 4 deep with hoes

[hook]
i’m rollin
(record scratching)

[verse 5]
they pulled to the curb and the top went up
then out jumped 4 different freaks with b+tt
fila down, long hair, acting bold
pretty eyes, fat pockets, and draped in gold
i had to choose all 4 real fast and quick
cause they were feeling up my waves, getting over seasick
my people went off and i had to bail
cause it was my brother sick, sho nuff, kel

[hook]
i’m rollin, dippin sick
packin so hard, that’s the frisco l!ck
i’m rollin, dippin sick
(record scratching)
[verse 5]
i get back in my nut to call my ace
he told me to drop a key in the sick ass place
clockin my dough around e.64
i smoked the bows and some hoes at the corner sto’
they got mad, started cappin, saying “who is he?”
stuck my uzi out the top and yelled “n+u+t!”
sprayed em (ahhhhh!!!) stop, we not playin around
i was headed to the turf to seek bumrush town

[hook]
i’m rollin
(record scratching)

[verse 6]
on the mission to the mart, i got ready to clown
get my kruger to the curb, then i got true’d down
grabbed my zelles and my hat that said “playing to win”
true trench, true gloves, and my gold mac+10
ready like a rebel in true+nut night
threw my donkey round my neck, and it was time to strike
strike to the spot where i switched up bins
with my homie on the beat: sick hitman stinge

[hook]
i’m rollin
ill mannered posse is rollin

[instrumental]

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