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Chill Lyrics - Artist : Curren$y
Rolled up in a Rolls
With a few rolled up Hoes eyes know real gold So they chose us for show sluts That gold nuts four bucks But I only cop them hoes donuts Sun rose up last night that chapter close one A new ep has just begun Life was wrapped just until it's done Though I never corporation reign forever Did your car come with the umbrella You can ask your bitch how soft is my leather She seen it she couldn't believe it She touched it she wanted to fuck it Infatuated with niggas that's hustling Always stunting I got a whole lot of shit started With nothin Now they all know when I'm coming They roll out the carpets and they playing trumpets Keys to the city, keys to the Bentley, keys to a grand piano playing symphony Killing these niggas no sympathy Stepping on they necks with my SB Tiffanys Say she the one like Billie Jean But bitch I don't love these hoes is you kidding me How could I take you seriously Would've fucked any nigga that wasn't a VIP Oh you did that just to get with me You bullshitting me hoe I don't roll with security Got a few friends rolled in with me Will somebody please come get this freak Completely out my vicinity For really G, I really be Where the money go be it land air Nigga rain, snow, out of space Mahfuckin grind mode Rolex presidential time code Time froze Though it wait for no man Got sixty grand in my mini hand Im a whole mahfuckin business man In the Velour suit, and a headband Like yeah man Yeah Wrist Chill Pinky rings Chill Sorry for the Wraith For real Weed and Instrumentals JLR Jet Life Recordings |
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