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kevin mccall - i'm rollin lyrics

i’m in the [?] feeling h-lla good
when i say i’m balling, i don’t mean neighborhood
but i f-ck with nipsey hustle in a real way
cause i know it’s goons keep a gun by the waist
when we in the body, in about to burn
and smoking with them college kids, high learners
what you mean she ain’t a freak, bet you i could turn her
like her first name tina, bet you i can turner, out
you know what i’m ’bout
let her pop that [?] then i take her to the house
she already know there it ain’t no plan when you with me
so we can skip the talking like the intro on the cd
hey c breezy hit the dougie for them dawg
hey yo [?] hit the cat daddy for em
yg left the gun in the car when it’s still loaded
and i can’t feel my face cause i’m still rolling

i’m loaded, i’m off the land, i’m off the ecstacy
i got the h-lla weed, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded
i’m rolling, i’m off the land, i’m off the ecstacy
i got the h-lla weed, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded

i’m loaded, i’m off 2 pills,
middles fingers up, f-ck how you feel
are you stressed out, and can’t afford kush
i’m smoking presidential weed, call it george bush
hi hater, my d-ck is your b-tch’ vibrator
in the club, gang signs is like sign language
i got a bad b-tch, her name is tiffany,
she have epiphanies about d-ck and weed
ok, i’m sipping lean, i hit the weed
i’m smoking like a chimney,
she on my d-ck and suffocating,
shish, let a n-gg-r breathe
to come to your club i need 15 at least
true religion then i’m pimping in a n-gg- jeans
i tell the truth to these b-tches, f-ck a pick up line
[?] sh-t, [?] sh-t is stolen
asking if i was coming to her house i said i’m rolling

yeah, yeah, and i don’t give a f-ck
going around like the wheels on a bus
triple stack, tripod b-tch i’m full loaded like a driveby
double cut leaning, 3 wheel motion
watch how you hit it cause my sh-t potent
n-gg-rs seeing double olson, take one of these
but this ain’t motrin
take a dip, get a little wet, don’t baby sit
gone p-ss me the swisher sweet
always in my bag like trick or treat
people so big now everything clear
look into my eyes like a full leaf mirror
turn the raybans on so ain’t n-body knowin
but motherf-cker, i’m rolling

- kevin mccall lyrics

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