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rj london - picture me rollin' (comish remix) lyrics

[verse: rj london]

yeah
picture me rollin’ (picture it)
sls with the top down on my way to the motive (wow)
pick up my homeboy earl then pick up some bk (my dawg)
the names on the guest+list shining cause we know the dj (that’s us dawg)
yeah
we know the dj (we do)
daytime we clear the assignment, at night its a replay (wow)
them gyal a look my way, even if they’re a queen maeve (yeah)
burn my blunt until its white, just let it cremate (+blows smoke+)
yeah
just let it cremate
flag like black and yellow
with a dash of the green paint
out of many people one
cause that what the creed say (yeah)
yeah, don’t say much get a bj (shhhh)
black polo cologne, boxers with the ck (so good)
might get rowdy like cj (yeah)
ride my wave like a sea train (woah)
timbs so wheat from bk (ha)
their home+grow tasting like deep fake (yeah)
i’m so cautious out here i can’t get caught doing up squeeze face (pow)
out here doing up mean mug (nah)
viruses they get debugged (done)
in the cut with the real thug (my dawg)
stripper pole make it speak up (woah)
heineken green guinness
small table to handle the business
20k for a lap dance init
let me get my ncb that blue card ain’t got limits (no limits dawg)

right hand, 5 digits (yeah)
one comma
quick grands (yeah)
godd+mn
outlandish living (godd+mn)
i’m back, i’m winning
no tax
no tax (nah)
no tax (nah)
no tax (no)
no tax (no)
my tatts cost a bracket yuh
my pack come in handy yuh (yeah)
i chat to the carrier (ay, yeah yeah yeah)
attacks on my character
she bad so she back it up (she bad, she bad)
for stacks she a stack it up (she stacks)
for racks she a rack it up (she packs)
for packs imma pack it up

ay boy
stop all the badman talk just pack it up
yeah yeah
a di big london (big london+don+don, london)

[chorus]

yeah i’m out here
know what i say
picture me rollin’

[bridge: comish}

tell man, pour my drink
then i realise there’s not enough rum in it
second one that always comes hard
yo
[verse 2: comish]

picture me rollin’ (yeah)
wray in the volvic bottle
on my way to the motive
pick up my homeboy cj yeah he came with ej (yeah yeah)
names on the guestlist shining cause we know the dj (of course)
and the promoter (huh)
and just last week i had lunch with the owner (wow)
you probably know her (huh)
can’t talk too much gotta sign a disclosure (chuckle)
she got the code for the bolt (bolt)
my boy got the keys for the car (skrr)
and i got the code for the vault (bangers)
22 spud to the bouncer now he’s moving ropes yeah (moving ropes)
boxes in the back i told the feds i’m moving home (going home)
she said she lost her friends but still she found her way to me though (how)
how you get lost on the wave but still gon’ give me the salt (how)
sodium
with nick and nick that’s a podium
with kace kace that’s 1 guy say it 2 times when i’m phoning him
with rj that’s the sensei, so it’s really hard to get hold of him
alter ego when i’m on stage so i couldn’t tell you what happened (no way)
i couldn’t tell you what the drip like but i guarantee its all patterned
22 juice patterned
22 things flattered
22 fumes knackered
flights to moon saturn
no limit
right arm, no digits
left arm, it’s got b+tches
phone call, that’s business
that’s bro, he won’t listen
this flow, build bridges
+ it’s mish i got a mrs
so chill with the kisses
straight hits, no misses
we roll, that’s pictures
picture me rollin’

[outro: rj london]

yeah yeah
a di big london

out here, big smoke, rollin, codeine
picture me rollin’

- rj london lyrics

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