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Yo Woah Oi Yo Ey ey ey Rolling Papers Smoking flavours Hit the spliff and I'm motivated I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Oi oi Woah Rolling papers, smoking flavours Hit the spliff and I'm motivated I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Now I'm in lab smoking on you haters They just full of shit and I'm full of greatness Been tryna get it, yeh I'm owed some favours But I know these roads are full of foes and traitors So I be rolling solo on my home estate an' I be rolling papers, smoking flavours Hit the spliff and I'm motivated I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Now I'm in lab smoking on you haters Ya just full of shit and I'm full of greatness Been tryna get it, yeh I'm owed some favours But I know these roads are full of foes and traitors So I be rolling solo on my home estate an I be in the bits, hitting licks Ya know the name, shit it's Billy Fitch I be billing spliffs and I'm flipping bricks Then hop up in the whip like cinabit Then I hit the strip and I'm in and out I been making money even in a drought And all these man that wanna talk about me Don't know shit, shit I been about, Yeah I been about, like Oi Little Billyboy, yeh they all know me I been on the road, I been putting out the dope then I pull with the goat like I'm Polo G Got O's on me All of this cash controlling me And I gotta chat, you know the scene It's THC, these hopeless streets See me I just hope I make it, know it's overrated but there's no debating that I flow the greatest, All these older pagans decompose in graves while I just sit, chilling smoking loads of flavours, But ya know they're rating when they're only hating, 'Member bro was shaking from that home invasion, Some mad shit we'd when we roamed the pavement, But I can complain, all the dough were making like oi Rolling papers, smoking flavours Hit the spliff and I'm motivated I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Now I'm in lab smoking on you haters They just full of shit and I'm full of greatness Been tryna get it, yeh I'm owed some favours But I know these roads are full of foes and traitors So I be rolling solo on my home estate an' I be rolling papers, smoking flavours Hit the spliff and I'm motivated I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Now I'm in lab smoking on you haters Ya just full of shit and I'm full of greatness Been tryna get it, yeh I'm owed some favours But I know these roads are full of foes and traitors So I be rolling solo on my home estate an' I'm rolling in All of my smokers notice it Mans gonna know what potent it Cause there's loads to pick I got fans but you know I do OnlyPiff Roll a spliff, they know the risk And my weed ain't the same when I blow the mist We don't know what sober is I got dawg but you know I don't own a pit Yeah so smoke a bit It's high notes like a vocalist Pineapple Express and Mimosa hints That why I passed it around like a bowl of crisps Yeah yeah These man know I still got drive like a motorist Sunshine like a solar dish and show guys what the art of rolling is Roach and Raws Times that I've broken laws but I fight for a noble cause Them times I was holding draws in my broskis Ford For the guys like a Trojan horse Yeah now open doors There's no escape for the potent spors Still see me on shows and tours Getting exposure like an open saw Rolling papers, smoking flavours Hit the spliff and I'm motivated I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Now I'm in lab smoking on you haters They just full of shit and I'm full of greatness Been tryna get it, yeh I'm owed some favours But I know these roads are full of foes and traitors So I be rolling solo on my home estate an' I be rolling papers, smoking flavours Hit the spliff and I'm motivated I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Now I'm in lab smoking on you haters Ya just full of shit and I'm full of greatness Been tryna get it, yeh I'm owed some favours But I know these roads are full of foes and traitors So I be rolling solo on my home estate an' So I be rolling solo on my home estate an' I just got a pack sent from Copenhagen Now I'm in the lab smoking on you haters Rolling Papers, smoking flavours
Writer(s): Billyboy Fitch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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