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Clean Lyric. Paragraph Lyric. Roll out, roll out, roll out Roll out, roll out, roll out Roll out, roll out I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that mackin' Benz with them windows tinted? Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through? Man I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues Breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good? You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that bag, what you got in that bag? A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job Of just eyein' me, spyin' me I got my twin Glock, 40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin Glock, 40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin' on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Man, that car don't come out until next year Where in the fuck did you get it?
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