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She rollin' weed | She rollin' weed | She rollin' weed
She rollin' weed She rollin' weed She rollin' weed She rollin' weed She rollin' weed and she don't even smoke Lookin' at my Rollie, it's about that time Ridin' with my white girl, lettin' her snort some lines Might have to take a picture, boy, this bitch so fine College girl become a stripper right before your eyes Rollin' up and skatin' in my old school Jag Lookin' like James Bond, fried like Cheech and Chong Bitch slide out that thong and let me tap that ass Filled the hot tub with money, now let's take a bath Slippers and designer robes, come here lil' bitch, it's time to roll Gettin' high and gettin' paid is the only thing my mind on Pinky full of diamonds, bitch these ain't no rhinestones Stack my money to the ceiling, you gon' have to climb on Used to fuck with Swishers, now it's paper planes Have lil' mama wetter than a hurricane You not blowin' killer then stay in your lane You niggas off track, I'm on the money train Counter, I doze off so I can't complain Bitch I'm just your plumber, I am not your main I smell like I grew a pound inside my car Ballin' out, inside my car I got a bar Nothin' but smoke, smell the loud on my clothes Dammit, I'm stoned Nothin' but dope, bought a few pounds to blow And it's that strong I'm in my zone, can't leave them ratchets alone You know what I'm on Ain't goin' home, got a dog ass bitch on my bone So...
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