rolly Verzache

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[Chorus]
Want a new Rolly
Want the bands
Fuck the friends, man
Walk it till she drippin'
[?] by the weekend
That shit be feastin'
I won't be rockin' the freak, man
Somebody hit up the weed man
I just been lookin' for feelin'
All o' da guap
Slide in the coupe
Fuckin' witchu
Funny my wrists
I be losin' my cool
All o' these friends be fuckin' witchu
My homies are room for the coupe
[?] choose
I just go max up the boof

[Verse]
Designer my shoes
We poppin' like soda
We young and we ruthless, bae
You know they not us
So why you fighting, bae?
I need you to focus
So why you riding, bae?
Didn't you notice
[?], so
Runnin' through phonies
Want my checks
I'm the best, man
You can flex all you like
But you cannot pass the test, man
I'm tired o' da bullshit
So I'm tryna get some rest, man
Keep playin' these games
I'm might go crazy, get arrested
Yuh, wow
Coulda got all o' the top (yuh)
I don't be doin' no wrongs (yeah)
We rockin' to go no bounce (skrrt)
She rockin' that Louis Vuitton (fuck)
My baby turnin' me on (sí)
I gotta turn on the phone (sí)
Then we pull up on my crib (ah)

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