Rollin Up by HeyLeeroy! Lyrics
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Rollin' up a blunt, smoke another one
Roll another one & smoke another one
& roll another one & smoke another one
& roll up & roll up. (Yo)
Now kick back, relax & pull out the fuckin' green
Every time you open up the baggy, all it does is scream
Smoke screens off the Zig-Zag, shootin' through the seams
Tellin' me, that life ain't what it fuckin' seems
I'm Mr. Clean, I spit it mean
& burn it up like gasoline
& get shit jumpin'
Like a motherfuckin' trampoline
Ask about me please
All it be is my routine
& when I'm done you'd think
You seen a gruesome ass murder scene
On this fuckin' track, 4th North is where I'm at
Kickin' back, smokin' fat
Flame ass Buddha
In the sack
& I got ya bitches nails straight diggin' in my back
Cause ya know, that I spit it
Like a motherfuckin' mack. ( Yeah)
You know how I do
Chillin' with my crew
Hangin' out with Mary
Boutta pull a choo-choo
& ya know I gotta giddit
Tryin' hard just to spit it
Don't even know ya bitch
& she wanna get with it
So I turn right around
Feell-her-up & then I hit it
She cannot get enough
But she won't admit it
Eh
Life's a bitch & then ya die
That's why we get high
Cause ya never know
When ya gonna go
Tryna get this dough
Duckin' them FIVE-OH
Niggas creepin' slow
Since you on the low
Hatin' on this nasty flow
& I don't give a fuck
With this dank up in my blunt
Tryna get this money
Like a motherfuckin' hunt
& Catch Me Slippin' is the name of the crew
I kick it right back while being ill like the flu
& if you don't like me
What the fuck you gonna do?
Ask me if I'm lyin', cause I always go & tell the truth
Write it all up, then kill it in the booth
I'm finna put down on a fuckin' gold tooth
So spark up that shit & roll it all up
Tryna go ham, with this heem up in my cup
My name is Dan The Man, if you see me
Say wassup, if I'm going hard. Don't fuckin' interrupt
& mic check, you know I spit all correct
& get high in the sky, like a motherfuckin' jet. (Bitch)
Rollin' up a blunt, smoke another one
Roll another one & smoke another one
& roll another one & smoke another one
& roll up & roll up. (Yo)
Now kick back, relax & pull out the fuckin' green
Every time you open up the baggy, all it does is scream
Smoke screens off the Zig-Zag, shootin' through the seams
Tellin' me, that life ain't what it fuckin' seems
I'm Mr. Clean, I spit it mean
& burn it up like gasoline
& get shit jumpin'
Like a motherfuckin' trampoline
Ask about me please
All it be is my routine
& when I'm done you'd think
You seen a gruesome ass murder scene
On this fuckin' track, 4th North is where I'm at
Kickin' back, smokin' fat
Flame ass Buddha
In the sack
& I got ya bitches nails straight diggin' in my back
Cause ya know, that I spit it
Like a motherfuckin' mack. ( Yeah)
You know how I do
Chillin' with my crew
Hangin' out with Mary
Boutta pull a choo-choo
& ya know I gotta giddit
Tryin' hard just to spit it
Don't even know ya bitch
& she wanna get with it
So I turn right around
Feell-her-up & then I hit it
She cannot get enough
But she won't admit it
Eh
Life's a bitch & then ya die
That's why we get high
Cause ya never know
When ya gonna go
Tryna get this dough
Duckin' them FIVE-OH
Niggas creepin' slow
Since you on the low
Hatin' on this nasty flow
& I don't give a fuck
With this dank up in my blunt
Tryna get this money
Like a motherfuckin' hunt
& Catch Me Slippin' is the name of the crew
I kick it right back while being ill like the flu
& if you don't like me
What the fuck you gonna do?
Ask me if I'm lyin', cause I always go & tell the truth
Write it all up, then kill it in the booth
I'm finna put down on a fuckin' gold tooth
So spark up that shit & roll it all up
Tryna go ham, with this heem up in my cup
My name is Dan The Man, if you see me
Say wassup, if I'm going hard. Don't fuckin' interrupt
& mic check, you know I spit all correct
& get high in the sky, like a motherfuckin' jet. (Bitch)