She Gon’ Roll It lyrics
by Glasses Malone
[Chorus: Rayven Justice]
Got a bad b*tch nothing average. If I call her she gon’ have it. Kush in the air when I want it. If I tell her she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it. (2x)
[Verse 1: Iamsu!]
Six speed, skinny jeans, big cheese. Trick please, we are OG’s. No need , for the hate, I blow weed everyday, medicate. Let me think. Do I hit the dank, or do I hit the bank? Give me fetti, give me money, give me cash. Give me mouth, give me pus*y, give me that kitty-kitty kissy-kissy. Let me smash. Let me puff, let me pass, let me ash. I rep the gang every chance that I get to. You look good in Vera Wang girl it fit you. Moneys not a issue. Blow it like tissue.n*ggas say they baller, but they jersey’s not official. Referee blow the whistle. She got my di*k hard than a missle. Ooh
[Chorus: Rayven Justice]
Got a bad b*tch nothing average. If I call her she gon’ have it. Kush in the air when I want it. If I tell her she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it. (2x)
[Verse 2: Quincey White]
Uh I don’t smoke, but all my b*tches do. Get high and go low that’s what she funna do. Put my uh in a rubber like a inner tube. Then I meet her in the middle like a interlude. Uh she blow grams to the slow jams. Hippie program, Bob Marley with the ganja, blowing on Jaimaica. She only smoke papers. She f*cking with a gangsta, a rudebwoy, a taka. Buyaka buyaka that’s the sound of my cannon. More fiyah! More fiyah! We cause damage. Top shotta, don dada, ill nana, pus*y killa, pus*y killa, there’s none hotta. Big poppa, heart stoppa, the jaw droppa. Big choppa f*ck with us you know nada. But me no really want no problem. If you do then my gun will ting a ling like Shabba
[Chorus: Rayven Justice]
Got a bad b*tch nothing average. If I call her she gon’ have it. Kush in the air when I want it. If I tell her she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it, she gon’ roll it. (2x)