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Roll Up Re-Up Lyrics - Artist : Emtee
It's the re-up...
Don't fuck around, I got my pistol on me So much money, I got money only I let ma momma hold a hundred thousand I let my sister hold two hundred thou Krapa, fasa, baba let's Private jets in my gates Ka fona uba yabu let Ya bana manje sa baleka Rasta Roll up the weed one time Gimme that cheese one time I wanna feel cool one time Gimme that tree one time Fuck that bitch one time Rasta Roll up the weed one time Gimme that cheese one time I wanna feel cool one time Gimme that tree one time Fuck that bitch one time I pray Love comes my way She knows She loves my way My love for money got me working on a Saturday My love for money got grindin' on a Sunday I know You love my way I pray Love comes my way My love for money got me working on a Saturday My love for money got me grindin' on a Sunday If she trippin', leave that bitch alone That's why you never catch a nigga sober Had boxin' till the spliff is over I'm never scared got no pistol on me Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains No matter what I know they see us I see they yeaying that this re-up Stop talking like a trio This is no remix, it's the re-up Azishe one time Sphile one time Akufiwe one time Sis'vuse one time Sin' bize one time Qani fike one time Roll up one time Can't we smoke some, one time I am the scene, clever, ungazo ntshela I got wiz I got super mega Do it if you think you better Ngizoku xaya nge scima If you think you clever If she trippin' leave that bitch alone That's why you never catch a nigga sober Hard boxin' till the spliff is over I'm never scared got no pistol on me Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains I am catching flights when niggas catch emotions These flashing lights will make you loose your focus That's the reason I am so anti-socal Season after season, cheese in my disposal A week in Mozambique to catch my breath Smoke a lot thing, brush up on my Portuguese Yeah. the crown heavy on my head its a lot of pressure Clouds in Marrie Jane, help me get perspective Higher grade, coming down, blowing pounds, ganja clouds Way way out in London town Nearly missed my baby ultrasound We been through this shit before Niggas talking, breezy on the TV That's the cliq in all Trouble is what you looking for When the fam come through All we can do is flex, tryna make handsome look Shout my sense in crew. Emtee we in beseech Feel like is time to roll another chain, yeah yeah Watch me suffer from success (it's the re-up) If she trippin' leave the bitch alone That's why you never catch a nigga sober Hard boxin' till the spliff is over I'm never scared, got no pistol on me Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains That ain't gon' talk like they know Me and you is not the same bro I'm gaining, coz I prayed yo They dancing but who is to blame though? me I be on the phone Talk bout some deals phela I'm working hard, so don't you hate on me, I been fed up Uthatha matshantsi and you think you gonna win, never Mawu phethe mali ya phaula ka iyin clever, whoa Out here with them og's baby Your boyfriend acting like he knows me baby If she trippin' leave the bitch alone That's why you never catch a nigga sober Hard boxin' till the spliff is over I'm never scared, got no pistol on me Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains Krapa, fasa, baba let's Start rolling out in chains |
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