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gucci mane & migos - roll in peace (remix) - dj krave lyrics

[hook: quavo & kevin “chocolate droppa” hart]
we ain’t no gang
ball player sh-t
ball-ball player sh-t
we ain’t no gang
ball player sh-t
ball-ball player sh-t

[verse 1: offset]
in the kitchen with a lot of white (white)
i done f-cked a lot of n-gg-s’ wife (smash)
make a milli, then i make it twice (m’s)
bought that wraith and had the ceilin’ light (wraith)
i like a b-tch with some cellulite (ooh)
tape a brick to her, take a flight (ooh)
used to ask what the lick was like (where?)
now i’m askin’ what the lear look like (huh?)
n-gg-s copy, mike tyson bite (ahh-urr, ahh-urr, ahh)
smokin’ cookie, yeah, that’s dynamite (cookie, woo)
lamborghini, white on white (lamborghini)
all these diamonds, yeah, they white on white (white)
takin’ chances, had to roll the dice (aye)
send my shooters, come and take your life (brrt)
born with it
count a hundred thousand start snowin’ with it (hundred)
go and get it
thirty round clip tear off a arm or ligament (rrah)
b-tch i’m o-dog from menace (urr)
you trappin’ hard for pennies (go)
hop in the frog, it’s tinted (skrrt)
askin’ the lord, forgive me (hey)

[hook: quavo & kevin “chocolate droppa” hart]
we ain’t no gang
ball player sh-t
ball-ball player sh-t
we ain’t no gang
ball player sh-t
ball-ball player sh-t

[verse 2: takeoff]
pop me a missile (ayy)
take me a picture (flash)
get right witcha (i’ma get right witcha)
lit like christmas (like christmas)
white like tissue (white)
drank too official (drank)
cut like scissors (cut)
boy got wisdom (wisdom)
f-ckin’ on vixens (smash)
whole gang itchin’ (itch)
f-ckin’ with the wrong one, trippin’
thirty round extension for the tension (brrt)
hundred round drum, listen
f-ck around and end up missin’ (brrt)
get ’em knocked off for a ticket
have my young n-gg- do the sentence
aw man, whip up the white, wendy
pick up the pipe, and she get no penny (nope)
rockstar livin’ life, lenny
you can do better, never settle
keep a beretta, case of the pressure (brrt)
i tell the plug mail ’em
which way? dat way, tell ’em, ayy

[hook: quavo & kevin “chocolate droppa” hart]
we ain’t no gang
ball player sh-t
ball-ball player sh-t
we ain’t no gang
ball player sh-t
ball-ball player sh-t

[verse 3: gucci mane]
man it’s gucci mane the goat
and i’m at these rappers throats
i’m like scarface on a banana boat, i’m tryna keep afloat
yeah it’s wop the guwopster
i live like a mobster
eat shrimp and lobster
i flew in with a chopper
breaking bread that’s my breakfast
two b-tches i’m so selfish
i wanna cut her off
her head too good it got me helpless
ya should feel embarr-ssed
i just touched down in paris
my homie said he single but his side-b-tches are married
save some for the drama though
guess i’m still the dj
i feel this my summer
so i’m throwing cash and free pay
flush it on the freeway
i cash but not 3k
countin’ cash for three days and all my p-ssy’s prepaid

- dj krave lyrics

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