Deez b*tches Rollin’ lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
Play me some pimpin' man

[Chorus: Juicy J]
These b*tches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I'm f*cked up, it's time to f*ck
She's f*cked up, she tryna f*ck
These b*tches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I'm f*cked up, it's time to f*ck
She's f*cked up, she tryna f*ck

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
College hoes love alcohol
And popping adderall
And anything that got something to do with withdrawals
They on their highest degree
By swallowing ecstasy
Strippers on campus looking for them grant fees (Ratchet)
I'm in the chicks dorm room blowing hash
Grabbing ass, getting Becky, that's that trippy swag
Molly in my system but I ain't turnt up yet
Smoking paper jets with a blonde and brunette
They snorting blow, I'm double cupping
Juicy toss all hoes, no handcuffing
f*ck her once, then f*ck her again
Then its on to the next, roommates and friends
[Chorus: Juicy J]
These b*tches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I'm f*cked up, it's time to f*ck
She's f*cked up, she tryna f*ck
These b*tches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I'm f*cked up, it's time to f*ck
She's f*cked up, she tryna f*ck

[Verse 2: SpaceGhostPurrp]
I be that young Purrp
Love to flirt
Put my di*k up in your skirt
Face down, ass up
That's the way I make it hurt
Make it twerk on my di*k
Baby girl don't stop that sh*t
Take that di*k, suck a di*k
For 2030, b*tch
Come back, run it back
Tell me where the burner at
n*gga talk, n*gga trip
I'mma put him on his back
Lean back, smoking pack
f*cking with that loud sack
Heart beating fast
Like I'm 'bout to have a heart attack
Real sh*t, trill sh*t
Speaking how I feel, b*tch
Mack sh*t, pimp sh*t
'Til the day I'm still, b*tch
R.I.P f*cking Jitt
RVIDXR KLVN up in this b*tch
f*cking with Juicy J?
I'mma punch you in your sh*t
[Chorus: Juicy J]
These b*tches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I'm f*cked up, it's time to f*ck
She's f*cked up, she tryna f*ck
These b*tches rolling, we rolling up
Money pouring down, drank pouring up
I'm f*cked up, it's time to f*ck
She's f*cked up, she tryna f*ck

[Verse 3: Speaks]
You are now dealing with stone cold pimp sh*t
Do it for the nookie but I ain't Limp Bizkit
Brand new b*tch with a cherry red lipstick
She can turn a quick trick, something like a kickflip
Well, how convenient boo, you even brought your kneepads
And let me hit it raw, wearing nothing but my ski mask
And honey thats a stick-up, but I'm so drunk I hiccup
And I got your uppers, after supper, if you need a pick-up
But I never make her drop when the sun goes down
I'll f*ck her all night if the beat slows dow-dow-dow-down
I'm on that DJ Quik
I got that sugar free Mossberg right up under my hip
And so I'm leaving them chip, if b*tches running their lips
I got like four in the clip, I gotta couple of zips
And all these Purple Naked Ladies got me feeling like Prince
Swag
[Chorus: Juicy J]
These b*tches rolling (yessir), we rolling up (we here)
Money pouring down (uh-huh), drank pouring up (you know it)
I'm f*cked up (yessir), it's time to f*ck (we trippy)
She's f*cked up (uh-huh), she tryna f*ck (she going)
These b*tches rolling (yessir), we rolling up (you know it)
Money pouring down (uh-huh), drank pouring up (we trippy)
I'm f*cked up (yessir), it's time to f*ck (you know it)
She's f*cked up (she gone)