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10 minute freestyle - jelly roll lyrics

[verse 1]
tatted up
talkin’ ’bout sixteen*five for a half a pluck
and i ain’t trippin’ that’s the real price
jelly roll is real white but still got the coke and it’s real nice
it’s got a base tint but sometimes it’s real white
and you don’t know what a hundred stacks feels like
it’s cash ville, i said it’s cash ville
i ain’t got a grand, but say yeah i crush up in nashville
i’m really on my money, man, i’m on the paper chase
i can’t hear these f*ckin’ haters, i don’t know what haters say
plus i’m on a f*ckin’ mission like each and every day
powder peppers talk a lot of sh*t but they would never spray

[verse 2]
jelly roll sink clean ’til that i stall
plus i still get money, yes i ball
every time i see your b*tch, gives me an eyeball
and if my p.o ask i hang drywall

[intermission]
for real!
get him again!
get him again, jelly!

[verse 3]
and if my p.o ask i sell drywall
i said “sell”, f*cked up, no i’m off
i’m just lyin’ babygirl, yes, i’m on
you can wipe me down like a motherf*ckin’ boosie song
’bout to start a movement, ’bout to get my tookie on
i’m ’bout to hit the kitche, ’bout to get my cookin’ on
i’m ’bout to get with your b*tch, yeah get that p*ssy on
i couldn’t f*ck her, ’cause too bad, the p*ssy’s long
they say the d*ck’s long, they say the d*ck’s big
i stick it in her stomach, i make the b*tch sick
i put that on my momma life, yeah i live this
everything i spit you prolly think i ripped this
or write this, you ain’t livin’ life like this
you ain’t really gettin’ money like bam i like sticks
yeah that’s cashville
yeah that’s cashville
i can tell you how a hundred stacks ca*
[verse 4]
you can call it all that
you can call ’em that [?]
24’s when i ball yeah they crawl on that leg
you can call me mr. mack
you can call me mr. raw
still on that other sh*t like “what they hittin’ fo’?”
i be posted on the corner store or by the liquor store
and if a [?] try to give it to me [?] tell ’em to give me mo’
really they don’t feel it

[verse 5]
i ain’t lookin’ at no camera when i’m feelin’ the flow
front me 10, nah b*tch, i need 50 of those
got the mind of somebody ’bout to get ’em a key
matt mayo, glimp [?], f*ck rich mcgee
it’s the same old thing but it’s just a different day
if i wasn’t rappin’ now, i’d prolly be pitchin’ ye
well i’m lyin, i’m still rappin’ and i’m still pitchin’ ye
but i ain’t gotta ask you, get the picture ay
i ain’t gotta trip about it nah
i can’t trip about it, you can check my resume
there really ain’t no b*tch about me
and plus i keep like 4 to 5 with ’round 6 around me
you think you’re bullsh*ttin’ 7*4 with 6 around me
i always keep it clock, ’til the clock strike 12
and i ain’t even trippin’ 10 months in jail
i been home for 10 days and done raised h*ll
i ain’t trippin’ i got [?] pay my bail
i got a p.o but she pays me well
i f*ck her one time and she says “oh well”
i’m on some other sh*t, you can’t make me stale
on probation but i still go to atl
i’m on some other sh*t
i’m ’bout to bomb a spark
i’m ’bout to take this motherf*ckin’ sh*t to [?] park
you wanna talk the sh*t, jelly roll’ll get the [?]
and plus i stay with my skates like tony hawk
you prolly gonna get it*
[verse 6]
jelly roll will hustle up
attitude like f*ck ’em up
used to wear black t, switch to swagged b*tton*up’s
you want some other sh*t, better go on and cough it up
if you got your b*tch with you, better go and cuff her up
’cause i’ma f*ck her up, and you already know
i say my name a thousand times like i’m mike jones
because i get the white in, d*mn my white’s gone
presto, walo, whatever, sh*t, it’s gone
i’m on some other sh*t
i make it disappear
i cut my hair and f*ckin’ lost it like britney spears
i say i’m nauseous, motherf*cker get clear
i’m ’bout to sell a motherf*ckin’ hundred thousand this year
you can get that
k!ll mic a kit kat
break ’em like a kit kat
kids get kidnapped
still on some other sh*t
bet you don’t dig that
better get your shovel in a mouth like a tic tac
motherf*ck that jelly roll from a rugrat
thug cat, hit your neighborhood like where the drugs at
i don’t wanna rap
you keep talkin’ ’bout the studio
grew up in a gangster paradise, my name is coolio
only blow that fruity flow
right back to the studio
only reason that i need a camera is for her bootyhole
i’ma tell you all the truth
stick it in the south
hard for her to talk, ’cause i keep it in her mouth
plus i still keep the coke
[verse 7]
he wrote another one
he wrote another one
[?]
hold on, i’m ’bout to paint the chevy candy bubblegum
sh*t you want another one
bet you i can do that
way before this rap sh*t, jelly really slew crack
i hit the club, jelly roll, yeah, who’s that?
he dropped a hundred stacks, how the f*ck he do that?
it doesn’t make any sense, yeah true that
you ever seen a chevy flip from blue, back?
to blue black, jelly roll do that
move that, 22s, nah too small, cat
ball back, jelly roll still stay stay strapped
southside certified, ante i’m from way back
southside, yeah i’m really from there
[?], run there, even kept a gun there
i ain’t gotta talk about it
everything i done there
grew up in my momma’s house, whole bunch of crumbs there
searchin’ on the floor she needs a nickel
rockstar, woke up every morning, put my shoes on and hit the block
jelly roll don’t call the cops
even if you shot me
prolly heard about a snitch, heh, heh, not me
i be where the block be
i be where the rocks be
and i rap in a f*ckin’ a city that could stop me

[verse 8]
yeah i ride
plus i grind
i ain’t trippin’ on no motherf*ckin’ grind time
hit the club friday night, it’s like shine time
you talkin’ ’bout jelly roll, b*tch, i’m fine
i put that on my momma’s sight
that i’m gonna bring that drama right to your door and show you what that llama like
and i ain’t saying that i’m g, but i really am
and i even tryna say that i give a d*mn
call me the gingerbread man from the way i run it
and you can’t catch me if you can, b*tch, i ain’t stuntin’
i’m on some other sh*t, i’m all about my f*ckin’ money
i’m all about your b*tches, nah, yeah, come here honey
i really like the way the flow come in real nice
i’m on some other sh*t, grab a b*tch and k!ll mics
i’m oldschool like some mike j’s
plus i still get money in the right way, haha
see i’m just kiddin’ tho
really i ain’t trippin’ tho
babygirl i’ma [?], still ain’t said i’m tippin’ tho
yeah, yeah, she likes it
make her sing like bobby
feel like whitney, i keep no bobby
i got no hobbies, only a f*ckin’ profession
i swear to god it’s a blessin’
these other people are stressin’
i ain’t trippin’
it’s a drought right now
i ain’t trippin’ ’cause the truth is i’m out south right now
and not to mention i’m out ’bout right now
still get money from in and out right now
i got a stack on me
i got a stack on me
i got a 5 on me
that ain’t from rap, homie
and i ain’t tryna go there, or go there
but if jelly roll’s there, then there’s snow there
and i ain’t trippin’ ’cause y’all don’t really know there
joey sparks said it’s hard to breath with no air
i got a place in the trunk, you can go there
you want your b*tch with ya, i can put your hoe there
i ain’t trippin’ tho

[intermission]
we finna to send this in

[verse 9]
broke a lil sweat, i even lost my breath
but still i came back like f*ckin’ who’s next
and i’ma keep on bangin’ like 2 tecs
it’s like i’m confused and claimin’ 2 sets
but i ain’t really trippin’, i only claim one
i only claim money, a 7*4 hun
and no i ain’t dumb
i’m movin’ like dolo
they really think i’m solo
i’m like han solo
i’m on some*

[verse 10]
fat boy, d race, said i’m whippin’ big bodies
hit the club, super fresh, i smell like itsamiyagi
i ain’t trippin’ what you sayin’, she got titties and body
not to mention that my rims as big as mr. miyagi
if you really, really want it
you can really, really get it
you talk about a lot of sh*t but really we just different
i know that you ain’t from the south but really i ain’t trippin’
i’ma keep it cool and really i ain’t kiddin’
if you think that i’m jokin’, man you hopeless
’bout to drop the album, yeah i’m fully focused
came from the gutter, man my momma said i’m hopeless
blew up to the top, motherf*ckers i’m smokin’
you can call me jelly roll, say that i’m rollin’
4*5 hole em, playstat* controllin’
x, o, squares, everything you need
i cut my hair, got back with the weed
from the coke to the seeds
nah ain’t really none of them
i ain’t trippin’, i’m just tryna get some f*ckin’ money in
you just want a hundred pounds, nah i need a ton of them
jelly roll’ll make you laugh, hehe, funny him
i ain’t even trippin’ tho, f*ck what all ya’ll be sayin’
i ain’t gotta say this sh*t no more ’cause i done quit playin’
and when this chopper starts
you pray i quit sprayin’
i’m on some other sh*t, your mom better not quit prayin’
’cause how i’m feelin’*

[verse 11]
better ask your babymomma why she love me
been out of jail for a day, got a touchscreen
i’m on some other sh*t, i be where the drugs be
i told momma sorry, i’m where the thugs be
i get love from the bloods and loves from the crips
from the ms 13s yeah, they love my sh*t
and they don’t understand ’cause they don’t speak no english
real hustlers don’t sleep, you don’t see me sleepin’
never ever did it before
and i’m back and i’m harder than ever before
said the team came back and we stronger than we’ve ever been
swear i’m at a funeral from all these dead presidents
rappers talk a lot of sh*t, really that’s irrelevant
pockets like a elephant
got it from a mexican
gassed up like mexico
keep the word from mexico
jelly roll got more white than a def leppard show
’bout to let the tec’s blow
aim it at your face
you can call me what you wanna
i ain’t trippin’ on the case
i done proved that before
and i didn’t snitch
every single day i wake up in the morning, get rich
beat*

- jelly roll lyrics

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