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quincey white - she gon' roll it lyrics

(chorus)
rayven justice:
got a bad b-tch nothing average. if i call her she gon’ have it. kush in the air when i want it. if i tell her she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it. (2x)

verse 1
iamsu!
six speed, skinny jeans, big cheese. trick please, we are og’s. no need , for the hate, i blow weed everyday, medicate. let me think. do i hit the dank, or do i hit the bank? give me fetti, give me money, give me cash. give me mouth, give me p-ssy, give me that kitty-kitty kissy-kissy. let me smash. let me puff, let me p-ss, let me ash. i rep the gang every chance that i get to. you look good in vera w-ng girl it fit you. moneys not a issue. blow it like tissue.n-ggas say they baller, but they jersey’s not official. referee blow the whistle. she got my d-ck hard than a missle. ooh

(chorus)

verse 2
d.u.b.b
uh i don’t smoke, but all my b-tches do. get high and go low that’s what she funna do. put my uh in a rubber like a inner tube. then i meet her in the middle like a interlude. uh she blow grams to the slow jams. hippie program, bob marley with the ganja, blowing on jaimaica. she only smoke papers. she f-cking with a gangsta, a rudebwoy, a taka. buyaka buyaka that’s the sound of my cannon. more fiyah! more fiyah! we cause damage. top shotta, don dada, ill nana, p-ssy k!lla, p-ssy k!lla, there’s none hotta. big poppa, heart stoppa, the jaw droppa. big choppa f-ck with us you know nada. but me no really want no problem. if you do then my gun will ting a ling like shabba

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