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roll bounce - weswill lyrics

[verse 1]
reminiscing when me and the homies would hit up the skating rink
flip phone on the belt loop, we was fresh, we ain’t care what a hater think
new girl on the block, n-ggas wanted her but they couldn’t bag it
i remember when i got at her, shot my shot but my jumper was automatic
her homegirls say he a rapper don’t give him no play
it’s the ugly girls in the crew that always got something to say
keep it low key in the cut, don’t gotta make no scene
i know it sounds like a fantasy, but this ain’t make believe
her mom dukes don’t f-ck with rappers either
her pops was a spitter, she said “baby, don’t be foolish, they’ll just up and leave ya”
but we got ride out to this 702 banging out my speakers
the moonlight hit her skin right and accent her features
brown skin, slim waist, att-tude on 10 when i leave out
afro puffs, in the back rolled up
tryna see what it could be about
we was teenagers bumping outkast in my bedroom
saying “sorry, ms. jackson but your daughter’s a lovely distraction”
tommy jacket, with the baggy jeans
she was looking clean plus kicks matching
telling me she wants to be an actress
then i got acquainted with her mattress, that’s what happened
united skates when i was just a youngin, learned a lot of sh-t
i found a bottom chick and when the rink closed, before i hit the do’, i know i got to split
cause she bad

[hook]
perfect summer day
cops ride by and they ain’t sh-t got say
nothin at all
young n-ggas getting money summer we ball
you can’t cruise in my ride, if you ain’t got 5
that’s my just my rule
unless you the homie
you don’t owe me

[verse 2]
cruising my old street, then i started remembering
back when fif was a clepto, stealing candy out of severance
hot days, hot girls
we was ridin’ round looking for em
in my busted cavalier, dreamin’ bout a life of fame and touring
back in the kulture days, man i was so amazed
dropping tapes for the heights we was nice, scheming on hopefully getting paid
but money wasn’t everything, we was really living in the moment
doing sh-t as a young n-gga, nowadays i can’t condone it
back when b was living right around the corner, kicked it all the time
he’s in ny, ask me how i’m doing, i just lie and tell him i’m doing fine
remember this summer thing, it was more of a summer fling
lost a couple of n-ggas i thought was my homies, i guess that’s what trouble brings
looking back on it, we was young n-ggas trying to make a dream happen
met my closest homies in the 7th grade, when we wasn’t even rapping
shifty n-ggas wasn’t playing fair, man, they wasn’t even scr-pping
then me, fif and b got robbed at gun point, right on north hampton
it was a few years ago, summer loving and i had a cold piece
mom dukes used to cook for me, cop books for me, she was so sweet
her and her homegirls, 6 deep
jumping out the jeep, park it on the streets, bumping some kelis
speakers full blast, ridin’ by police
she was so bad

- weswill lyrics

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