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Gucci Mane - Текст песни Rolly Up
[Hook: x3]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youve got a rollie then hold it up
If you aint got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up
[Verse 1:]
Since my money fat Im throwin stacks
Patron shots Im throwin back
We look good, Im a spend some racks
Turn round back and a brick squad tat
Taz brought it back but it still dont pass
Push that Jag with a bag of cash
All this stash, and I hope it lasts
And Ive never seen the bitch, suck dick so fast
I aint even know you was rich like that
How the hell a nigga pull a bitch like that?
How the hell a nigga got a watch like that?
How a nigga face to face with some shit like that?
Better have a mil, weve been like that
Tell the hoes how the goose is like that
Whole clique, rock n roll looks like that
Got chick like this, so we flex like that
Im serious, nigga, theyre curipus nigga
These thugs have a bitch delirious nigga
Dont see it, nigga, cant hear them niggas
Dont stand there, and dont feel them nigga
Im the trill nigga since a lil nigga
Only difference got it bigger, nigga
She a eye catcher let er car catcher
But its chainless so let the watch go
[Hook: x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youve got a rollie then hold it up
If you aint got a rollie then step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)
[Verse 2:]
A dope boy watch is a Rolex
Every dope boy dream to have a Rolex
Everybody in the hood want a Rolex
You better keep your pistol with your Rolex
Ride, smoking, counting in that Rolls Royce Gucci Mane - Rolly Up - http://ru.motolyrics.com/gucci-mane/rolly-up-lyrics.html
I brought the streets back, it needed my voice
Took the nigga for a check and bought a white horse
Bought a gold rollie just to match the dope
You want a yacht, master know your mathematics
Hold your rollie up, and view a real traffic
Im not a real rapper, Ive got a real chick
Real street nigga, with a rollie
[Hook: x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youve got a rollie then hold it up
If you aint got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold it up)
[Verse 3:]
Theres a plan, masterpiece, no AP
64 Gs tryina freeze me
My diamonds kicking, Jet Li
Im balling hard, no referee
Brought present watches for the homies
Crime pay, fuck police
Came a long way from that Benny
Getting topped off of my Bentley!
Its a Daytona, no Hubo
Got a pink slip, no car note
Im balling hard, fucking up a chick
Real street nigga, I aint gotta flex
I can count a mil, dont break a sweat
That iced out rollie got a pussy wet
Got your little brother throwing up the set
Got your lil sister throwing up the set
Waka Flocka Flame!
[Interlude:]
Chugga then your motherfucker, screaming Rolex game
If you own a rollie, getting money, do your thang
You a broke nigga, kill yourself Kurt Cobain
Squad!
[Hook: x2]
Hold ya rollie up, hold ya rollie up
If youve got a rollie then hold it up
If you aint got a rollie bitch step it up
If you got a rollie then keep it up (hold your rollie up)