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roll one - jay abkari lyrics

[verse #1 – jay abkari]
okay, we burning leaves, oakland trees, we murder these
collect straight bees like i run a beehive
i got honey for these b-tches, never seen ’em decline
i’m inclined to income, the outcome’s a quick one
ask for the illest & i’ll tell you i been it, son
tired of these n-ggas thinking this is all joke
homie, look into the mirror because your life’s the sitcom
my life’s the sh-t ’cause we pour it then drink some
crush it then roll it after we get our liq on
foam cups & bullsh-t, all we do is pull b-tches
take me and i’m onto the good business
you can join but don’t f-ck with my clique –
and don’t f-ck with the joint ’cause the coins will be flipped
your outcome is looking at it’s minimum
it’s jizzle & jr they hired to finish ’em
we swing votes like a pendulum
if murder’s what we do then we the reddest rum
but we gentlemen
roll it up in such an elegance
all we achieve is excellence
all i want is a benjamin
break necks like the exorcist
guarantee i’m not devilish
better know i’m from heaven
get up and we be tellin’ ’em all of our kush is venomous
notice it isn’t k!lling us
filling us with adrenaline
burn it and then we tell ’em..

[hook – jay abkari]
i roll one
i’m sipping
i’m blowing os
i’m chilling
i’m still on the same mission
there ain’t no sh-t’s that i’m giving
i roll one
i’m sipping
i’m blowing os
i’m chilling
i’m still on the same mission
there ain’t no sh-t’s that i’m giving
get women
get money
do it big
we still hungry
i roll one
i’m sipping
i’m blowing os and let’s get –
right on the same mission
there ain’t no sh-t’s that i’m giving

[verse #2 – jr kalion]
forty gold chains, motherf-ckin’ egypt up in this room
ancient artist, you ain’t sleeping on me
they just unleashed me out of my tomb, doom
mr. kalion the zombie under the moon light
ironic i’m k!lling you p-ssies
it’s murder tonight
–

[hook]

[verse #3 – jay abkari]
come around and see purple clouds
that’s what we blowing out and how we got it now
i smoke cheese, make bread, go ham my n-gga
that’s a sandwich. good is what i am my n-gga
making that money’s in the plan my n-gga
hot you can even catch a tan my n-gga
ball so hard like my home team, go heat
jays on my feet, sp-ce jam my n-gga
straight trees get rolled
blunts on deck, presto
i’m not stressed no more –
cause ion stress these hoes
but i turn ’em bad & turned to empty clothes
come roll my doobies
these ladies just groupies –
and i took your girl? homie, sue me –
’cause she blew me
we making a movie and this is a message –
from yours truly

- jay abkari lyrics

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