Friday, June 20, 2014

Rolled Up Dollah

Ya sit down and ask yar friend.

Yah sit down and relax,

Lay yo back and remove ya socks,

Feel the chills from them hardwood
Ya wish you were with yar dude.

Then you start… grindin and rollin,

Then you start inhalin,

Then you start feelin,
O ya,  feel so good.


Then it be hittin like ya personality been abused,

But she be trippin and feelin seduced,

Ya wish youd be drinkin booze.
Yea, ya say ya only blow them smoke,

But ya damn ryt, ya love ta blow em’


But hold on, a min be passin

And ya lay down, fill in some more

Oh baby, just feelin it.


Ya brush you finger tips across ya skin

Yea , do it right like ya beein mistreated

Uhuh, but you like it?

Yea, she gon like it.



Ya rolling a 20 dollar bill,

Ya wipe the table,

Ya be smellin his cologne but damn drop can change that.

Ya dollar is gon get us to space,

We payin a dollar and be treatin that right

We in space yet?

Ya, we drinkin water like we gon evaporate,

We even werin our corporate,

Like 2 random girls gon’ learn to graduate,

Ya right we surely lecturing ya tanayt!


Slick inhale, blast r ass up

The ceilin’ is all there is for bein 23

 Ya lady I be playin

She be trippin like she knows waddup

Mari jane be prasin her hands up

Tellin she be a child of jah

Pushin like you been purchasin

All ya be buyin is nothing but some chasin.


Ya be rollin a dollar and you be feelin a lil taller,

You be so high wishin parachutes weren’t tied

But wid a rolled up dollar,

I think we calling her astronaut Juana.

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