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trae - rollin lyrics

[intro]
itã¢â€â™s another 48, huh?
aã¢â€â™ight, think itã¢â€â™s time
i gots

[hook x2]
rollinã¢â€â™ dine the slab and i still look good
rollinã¢â€â™ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood
rollinã¢â€â™ dine the slab and i still look good
rollinã¢â€â™ up the kush so clap your hands for my hood

[verse 1]
iã¢â€â™m rollinã¢â€â™ in the slab and i still look good
throwinã¢â€â™ up the worst and makinã¢â€â™ bad for my hood
tell ã¢â€â˜em i ainã¢â€â™t trippinã¢â€â™
if i had to jump lit his -ss
played hard flicks and leave a player throwinã¢â€â™ real toe
iã¢â€â™m just glad iã¢â€â™m coasted, everything slow motion
10 thousand dollar paint got me where is the ocean
sailing through the city in the swag of emotion
everything get dropped when they see it approaching
iã¢â€â™mma do it like pat ha, dub k
then there represent twin towers then dre
canã¢â€â™t forget about scrooge, yea n-gg- we the sh-t
and they tell you see me, tell them they screwed up big

[verse 2]
uh iã¢â€â™m rollin, n-gg- iã¢â€â™m pullinã¢â€â™
paper tags and the d-mn thingã¢â€â™s stolen
bunch of n-gg-s waiting on the truth to fall off
iã¢â€â™m a full time jock til iã¢â€â™m called off
i keep banginã¢â€â™ the pick with the trunk up
and got that bang in the back if you f-ck up
i see you n-gg-s steady watching me
donã¢â€â™t watch me, b-tch you canã¢â€â™t stop me
i donã¢â€â™t get mad, i just get bread
i donã¢â€â™t fall in love, i just get head
i represent it for the city, mud list
thatã¢â€â™s for the north and the south, iã¢â€â™m south west

[verse 3]
top let down, man hold up
monday breaking night got my pocket swole up
gl-ss look amazing every time i roll up
trae hotter than the summer but the rollie froze up
hoes all on me so i guess iã¢â€â™m chose up
you can tell iã¢â€â™m going in the way i let the doors up
face goes down when her -ss goes up
if she opened up, i ainã¢â€â™t beat it til she closed up
slow live banginã¢â€â™ while iã¢â€â™m slidinã¢â€â™ my snail
trunk hit north like pacquiao jam
h town texas n-gg- you know how it goes
get money, b-tch iã¢â€â™m ballinã¢â€â™ with the pros

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