yamine - rollin' lyrics
[produced by mike will made it]
[intro]
yeah, rollin
(mike will made it)
[rolling’ rollin’ rolling]
your boy yamine, lets get it
[hook]
[i was just at the club, now i’m just rollin]
[murdda season just started, shoot em then i’m rollin]
[100 bottles of the ace, sippin and i’m rollin]
[actavis with jolly ranchers, man yamine’s just rollin
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin]
[verse 1]
[ballin’ like a fadeaway, my money don’t fadeaway]
i wake up, roll one up, brush my teeth, then go get paid
let’s go get this money homie, ain’t no way around it
keep them fake people from around me
[i go in like i’m grounded]
[i ain’t no rich person homie, i don’t give a d-mn]
[dude run up on me, he a dead man]
[spend the night with somebody wife in a suite]
[got a hot chick poppin’ in a handstand]
[style on my ace of spades, come here little momma, have a sip]
[david hayes is so dope, they tryna ban successor like actavis]
i don’t mess with none of ya’ll people, like an activist
i be gettin’ bent behind tent, like on my campin’ trip
[light skin, caramel, shawty just my eye candy]
[i got so much ice on, i could sink the t-tanic]
[hook]
[i was just at the club, now i’m just rollin]
[murdda season just started, shoot em then i’m rollin]
[100 bottles of the ace, sippin and i’m rollin]
[actavis with jolly ranchers, man yamine’s just rollin
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin]
[verse 2]
i was runnin’ from the police when i dropped my dough
i almost went out of breath but i didn’t lose hope
i got 350 dimes, i sell ’em two for one
i’m trappin’ every single day because i gotta make money
and if a brotha get caught, then you know i’m goin’ on the run
i had to learn about that fork and ever since i was stuntin’
they say the undercovers ’round here tryna catch me with somethin’
i heard they ran up in my homies spot and found all the guns
we bought the ar’s with the nuts on ’em
them chops go blat-blat-blat-dat-dat-dat
when it’s necessary, put that lil fella on ice [?]
quarter million worth of of real ice, i’m rollin here and my real friends got merit
[hook]
[i was just at the club, now i’m just rollin]
[murdda season just started, shoot em then i’m rollin]
[100 bottles of the ace, sippin and i’m rollin]
[actavis with jolly ranchers, man yamine’s just rollin
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin
rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin]
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