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ROLLIN
Hip-Hop/Rap
ROLLIN wurde am 25. Dezember 2025 von WOLFKAMP STUDIOS als Teil des Albums Sir v3 - EP veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum25. Dezember 2025
LabelWOLFKAMP STUDIOS
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sir JUNE
Sir JUNE
Harmony Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Felipe Luis Gomez
Felipe Luis Gomez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Faw Rifa
Faw Rifa
Producer

Songtexte

Go
Only Wolves No Lyin
Kamp General In This Bitch
Always us never them
When you see a wolf howl
No rap
No rap, this from FG to June, he told me just talk
Waiting on other **** you don't know how many times I had to walk
All by myself anything you see me with, just know I bought
Ain't never a fighter on no bitch, but over me a couple bitches fought
Ain't learn my lesson keep cheating on my bitch and I got caught
Learn yo lesson mention kamp and shells goin be the only thing you catch
Snow caps in a loose leaf she gon' die tryna match
You wanna fuck with me you gon' have to go dig in your stash
What the fuck of course you know I'm looking for the tabs
I'm bout to tweak you make me a tweak then them wolves get on your ass
Pull off get to spinning like a beyblade rolling fast
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' real fast
Rollin' rollin' rollin' I just want the cash
Rollin' rollin' rollin' and ma bitch bad
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
I just punch in, hands on scales, man that's all I do
Two digis, One Ten point, still good on the triple beam too
Say whatever I want cuz I can back it up, artillery like a troop
I can't breathe the booth boxed, I'm blowing dope like hot soup
Oh he tender **** ready to go to war about this boo
Cameras around the crib, OC and Chollo hanging out the roof
Come from the gutta ****, I'm living proof
Won't fuck if I ain't got no rubber, she trying to tell me it's cool
He out here starving, I'm hungry for money like what the fuck is food
Off the cid split her down afterward she calling rude
She get on top, make herself cum, I'm just sucking on her boob
I wouldn't even touch yo bitch, she dirty like the bottom of my shoe
I told Los, to stop running reds that ****, flew through
With the troops, one click a tap his head just like a Bluetooth
Tweak for 14 hours, bones feel like goop
Take stock off AR now it look a little new
Slap a 50 in that bitch now it's looking like it grew
She think I'm chasing hoes, I'm scooping money or in the stu
I'm a wolf when I get her to myself bite down she wanna chew
Rolling off the tabs, she asking what it do
What it do
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' real fast
Rollin' rollin' rollin' I just want the cash
Rollin' rollin' rollin' and ma bitch bad
Rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
No rap, this from FG to June, he told me just talk
All by myself anything you see me with, just know I bought
Learn yo lesson mention kamp and shells goin be the only thing you catch
Shells goin be the only thing you catch
Written by: Felipe Luis Gomez
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