VERSE 1 You love your rocks You fear no drug You knock on doors, and blow it up You like a pot, boiling in rage I call her thing tempta temptation All in your hands But you will need Little bit of push, and youll be alright Little bit of kush and youll be up high Little bit of cushion well lean all night Ahhhh Interlude Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier VERSE 2 All my shit dope stay fly im in the zone Dope making cuz thats the only way Go hard hard on my grind grind Money money is the only way To stand outta the line Im white lines you want to inhale You saw all of the light So na na you wanna make up So now u are all made up As long as u real with me Then wxe can roll up Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier Roll up, with a gangsta soldier
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