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rolos – one more lyrics

i just need one more
pound shots on the dance floor
b-tches keep on shakin till they hands and they -ss sore
everybody wanna live the life that i ask for
ball no backboard
but yall know this
sippin on grandmarnier with the chips
whole team fresh we dont need compliments
we be flyer than a plane
you be flyer than a spliff
but we dont really give a d-mn cuz we just tryna get rich

smokin good weed wit a bad -ss b-tch
but that ain’t how i wanna have it

thats just how the sh-t is though..
cold love made me cutthroat, (mmm) like f-ck hoes

laughin’ at your man ‘cuz your girls is a fan, and thats word to francisco, in san francisco, please dont panic at the disco, i be at the party chillin wit furillo

man i just k!lled ’em and i put ’em in the post mortum
then i bring ’em back like the first carter, but harder
so nautious
please be cautious

i be on my boss sh-t
like john gotti
these hoes salty ‘cuz i dont call ’em
ball like spalding when im on the offense
gkb we the brand new apostles
cross you like im in the wrong room, pardon

you think im slow but im juss thinkin fast. look back, i ain’t behind ya im boutta lap ya -ss. im runnin quicker than quick sand, from the back when im in yams, how im gettin that, her chest spaz out like a heart attack, pure cardiac, im the man at that

thats why she always keep coming back
and never be ceasing to throw it back

she be obsessed with my name, i be obsessed with the brain, no matter the day, no matter the time, no matter the place, im all about face, so gon’ gimme that

after a few shocktops, put your mouth on my c-cktop, and let it rock harder than the bed knock, bedrock, flintstone
leave you with a brimstone
while im getting stoned on the high note
you know what im in fo’

smokin on a l while i pull up to the party
f-ck off my kicks, these new j’s on me
swaggin out of town with a bag of the marley
boutta black out while this girl keep talking
im too drunk who keeps on calling
call for alcohol while the ball starts dropping
its a new year, new me, no shorty
the way i look when faded you would think im r-t-rded

you can find me project chillin, mar vista gardens
posted up wit the homies lookin like a target, i was born in the garden
i will never beg your parden
and im sorry for the jargen
yo you know we slang often
put the p-ssy in a coffin
play the water like a dolphin
n-gga im just gettin started
blowin clouds of the parsley
im tryna ball like barkley
smokin trees in ferraris
gnarly

if i dont know you, back the f-ck up
don’t got a wave, b-tch get ya buzz up
im throwin down the henny
wit a model prolly plenty
and i ain’t have to spend a penny or buck bruh
let my dreads hang on a b-tchs t-tty mane
zoomin like bruce wayne
matter fact, zooted like cocaine
ok, matter fact, gimme that
hash crack, something like a hazmat
breakin all the hashtags

one more, oh thats how you feel
loadin up on shots, watch ya homie gettin k!lled
liquor hittin quicker
mixture spilling out the pitcher
do you even get the picture?
my n-gga
every bar hard, i ain’t never use a filler
and i dont ever use a chaser
rollin like a paper
mvp of my team like kobe on the lakers
my homie push a whip same color as the raiders
i done claimed her, you can’t take her
n-ggas signing waivers just so they can save her
ugh
sh-t is so basic huh
lookin like they need to get lasic or something
where’s the calculator, ‘cuz sh-t ain’t adding up on paper bruh
re-evaluate her
or maybe ima do that later, i’m faded

- rolos lyrics

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