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- no thin like there St 歌詞 Wiz Khalifa French Montana
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- French Montana no thin like there St 歌詞
- Wiz Khalifa French Montana
- I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls
Dont even get it twisted cause its already rolled
(Aint nothin like the resto you rollin with the besto
Rollin up the best smoke blowin out the best ho)
I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls
Dont even get it twisted cause its already rolled
(Aint nothin like the resto you rollin with the besto
Rollin up the best smoke blowin out the best ho )
Doin a hundred through the desert
Yeah my car come from the past
You could call it a time machine
Cause its right here in the present
In the game and I got leverage
Aint the same as none of you niggas
If I was close to you I would be ashamed of you
Get a hundred mills what I came to do
I guess all this money look lame to you
So I spend it on shoppin all of this shit that Im coppin
Dont even go to the store my outfit it aint even droppin
Pedal to the floor smokin in my new SS
Seen a lot of bumps on the road to success
But that aint stop a nigga from cruisin up
Pullin weed out the ashtray cuttin the music up
Smokin chillin
Used to be underground
But now we on top of the building
I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls
Dont even get it twisted cause its already rolled
(Aint nothin like the resto you rollin with the besto
Rollin up the best smoke blowinout the best ho)
I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls
Dont even get it twisted cause its already rolled
(Aint nothin like the resto you rollin with the besto
Rollin up the best smoke blowin out the best ho)
Never had a limit small face spender
Everything was cashed out I aint ever rented
Round bag sinner shawty love a winner
Beat that pussy up now that pussy
Pull up in the dealer lookin like a dealer
Yellow nigga high as shit five hundred milla
Then you gotta step the bill up
Winter time hoodie on drop chinchilla
Lookin like a killer
Used to hit the block fiends lookin like thriller
Shooter like Miller na I mean
Pull up in the Porsche bad bitch talkin bout 500 horses
Started from the bottom nigga was a filler
Now you need my name so your show could fill up
Keep my cup fill up black car the
Nigga small-talkin tell em put a mill up
I pull up with your bitch in the Rolls
Dont even get it twisted cause its already rolled
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