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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Freddie Gibbs ft. Devin The Dude, Killa Kyleon, Starlito & Propain - Rolling Lyrics

I Ain’t Hit That Pussy In A Minute
But Bitch, I’m Right Back In It, And I’m…
Thugging, F**k That Flavored Vodka, 
I’m Smoking Something

Hopped Out My ‘Lac In The 
Jects And I Left My Motor Running
My Ghetto Valley, My Geeker, 
He Keep My Stash Spotless

And I Hid My Work In My Speakers, 
I Know The Task Watching
Bitch, I’ll Put The Town To Rest, 
Drop A Hundred Pounds And Jet

They Could Be Pimping This Pimp
But Yo, I’m Still Ducking Them Alphabets
FBI, DEA, Stay On My D-I-C-K
Probably Gon’ Die A Dealer, 

Nigga Been Hustling Dope Since ’98
Banged In A Gang Since ’95, These Rapping
Ass Niggas Ain’t No Riders
All We Worship Is Them Dollars, 

Dollars Where I Reside, Yeah…
I’m Just Rolling 
Really Good Weed I’m Blowing
With My Music Holding, 

Make A Nigga Feel Like Flowing
When You Stop Feeling The Cold Wind
Fifteen Minutes Of Showbiz
And I Ain’t Tripping ‘Bout Where My Hoe Is

Bitches Gon’ Keep Bitchin’ And These 
Hoes They Gon’ To Roll The ‘Dro Up
Pocket Full Of Money And I Still Feel Broke
Syrup In My Sprite, My Niggas Still Sell Coke

I Poured My Heart In A Song, 
But In This Letter I Wrote
I Used Discretion And Codes, 
Never Say Never But You Never Know

Down, Bad, Blowing Good, 
Smoke An Ounce A Session
Used To Stretch 
Just Hired An Accountant

To Help Me Count My Blessings
Still Hate It When A Weak Man 
Stop Me And Leave Me Stressing
I Be Like “Give Me A Second” 

Just Like A Reelection
Dude Smoke That Presidential, 
My Bitch F**ked, Living To Do
Chop Up This Pimping With Her,
And As You Can Guess, 
She Gets Screwed
Can’t Kick It Like I Kick It, 
Like Your Shoelaces Missing

Probably Harvey Dent’s Mistress 
You Two-Faced Bitches
Dance Back Of That ’93
Double Cups Of That Henry Wade

Vogues Wrap My 84s, 
Butter Seats On My Vertebrae
Candy Paint On My Doors, 
Bitch – Wood Wheel What I Hold, Bitch

Shotgun My New Boo, 
But Your New Boo Is My Old Bitch
Day-Day On My Cold Wrist, 
That’s Time’s Square On My Arm, Hoe

Yellow Stones, I Talk Money, 
My Teeth Shine When I Yawn, Hoe
Y’all Broke Niggas So Boring, 
Bro – Fly Niggas Stay Soaring, Hoe

Leaning Good On That Purple Rain, 
My Cup Empty, I’m Pouring More
It’s Just A Texas Thang
Ball Like Them Jacksons, Mane

Flosser, I Run It Like Floss Or
Boss-Up, You Understand?
Still In It, Pitching Underhand
But I Got The Upper, I’m Paper 

Touching Them F**king Bands
Come Heat The Alp’ With Me
Candy-Coated, Yeah That’s Loud, Pretty
The Shit I’m Smoking Got Me So High I Could Tail Piggy

Gun Cocked, My Trunk Knock, 
Girl, I Jump Out
Wetter Than A Jumpshot, 
True Clique Alumni

Well Not Actually, I’m A Little Too Young, 
But I’m ‘Posed To Have Been It
Asking Me? You Ever Heard Of Big D? 
Well, I’m The Ghost Of Him

My Rap’s Elite, Pull Over, 
Crash The Beat Like Driving On Coke And Hen
I’m Stacking Cheese, No Limit Like Master P, 
Slow Motion Like Soulja Slim

Gotta Get It ‘Cause We Itching
Rapping In A Language, 
Only Trill Can Comprehend It

Violate Us, Guns We Lifting, 
Young Nigga Out Here Beasting
…‘Bout To Bring My Corner 
Back Like Real Reefers, What’s Up?

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