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molly - stuey rock lyrics

[chorus: stuey rock]
man i’m on that molly, man i’m on that weed
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, man i’m on that [?]
man i’m on that molly, man i’m on that weed
rolling,, rolling, rolling, man i’m on that [?]
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up

[verse 1: stuey rock]
[?] trippy
whole lotta that tipsy
mix it all together, now i’m [?]
[?] flippin, money steady flippin
i want a bad brown b*tch, make sure she a thicky
i’m gone, patrone
got two bad b*tches, and they [?]
i’m f*cked up, y mind gone
feel like the dj, keep playing the same song
roll that, don’t smoke that
girl, what’s the point of you grabbing my d*ck, if you gon hold back?
better know that
i’m high as f*ck
i’m on my sh*t
got a bad b*tch gon roll up, cause i need another hit
quick, gone
[chorus: stuey rock]
man i’m on that molly, man i’m on that weed
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, man i’m on that [?]
man i’m on that molly, man i’m on that weed
rolling,, rolling, rolling, man i’m on that [?]
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up

[verse 2: trouble]
molly [?] couple times
i’m sorry, cause you should know i’m not
i be geeked out of my mind, [?]
edgwood n*ggas know what i’m talking about, [?] shoot it out
[?] ain’t friends of me
in the club in the same clothes, [?] tole
got me pouring up more and more than ever before
[?] tasting like [?]
my god, how much more can i take?
b*tches shaking ass up in my face, [?] break
but she don’t even feel it
cause the molly’s what i been slippin
and the chaser, homie, don’t drink it
but i told my partners, you don’t wanna feel like you through the roof
just drink it straight [/?]
[chorus: stuey rock]
man i’m on that molly, man i’m on that weed
rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, man i’m on that [?]
man i’m on that molly, man i’m on that weed
rolling,, rolling, rolling, man i’m on that [?]
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up, i’m f*cked up
i’m f*cked up

[verse 3: young scooter]
molly with the activis, bricks in saran
duckt tape the bails, [?] chasing freebandz
i’m f*cked up, smoke a whole ounce of og kush
leaning like texas, rolling like a fool
the money got me geeked, [?] what the f*ck i wanna do
ten miles per hour, when i roll passed you
a hundred racks an hour, what the jug house do
section eight housing, black migo bail crew
i got a lotta money, [?]
[?] don’t know what’s in that green, you know i roll [?]
roll up and cop a [?] hundred dollar blunt
real street n*gga, roll passed them fake rappers

- stuey rock lyrics

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