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COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Júnior Monteiro
Composição
Kishmael Bredy
Composição
Letra
Hold up
Everybody else done kno us
Blowin out smoke it's ova
We gone
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Hold up
You be out here with no love?
Fuck it nobody gone notice
We gone
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
I seen that bitch ass workin
Talkin shit and now I'm certain
I know just how they move but talkin me I'm steady lurkin
The scene I swear is such a tease pull off talkin I'm skirtin
The look inside my eyes ain't no disguse a different person
Said they deserve it condescending on the brand I rep
Going ghost another trick like when I stain my breathe
Watch my step
Red bottom couple homies follow
Here's a tip you run wit us we all defining hollow
Blow smoke we gone
Blow smoke we gone
Blow smoke we gone
Blow smoke we gone
We smoking *bleep* roll it up then!
Hold up
Everybody else done kno us
Blowin out smoke it's ova
We gone
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Hold up
You be out here with no love?
Fuck it nobody gone notice
We gone
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
I know they left a trail
You can tell
They heavy smoking
Ans I know if I tell
Wish me well
We all parolelin
I don't kno em
I won't show em
I just plead the fifth
What's on my mind
Let me unwind
I saw em roll a spliff
They ain't see it comin laugh it off they took a hit
But at da function
I can't function
Askin who you wit?
Sorry **** I'm witchu I'm just tryna get lit
They shake the room
Boomin tunes
Ruin moods now I'm lit
Hold up
Everybody else done kno us
Blowin out smoke it's ova
We gone
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Hold up
You be out here with no love?
Fuck it nobody gone notice
We gone
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
**** walked in wit his crew got a stain on his shoe all sus but it's nun my bidness okay
**** over dere in a mood ion wanna be rude I'm chillin okay
Saw a couple chicks tho ass got cash first **** walked in they flash okay
Same **** workin wit the trash and we gotta be cool crack a joke we laugh okay
Lemme get up outta my head
Turn up instead
Cause da party ain't dead
Take shots to the head
Spit game like led
I just really gotta hope I ain't makin my bed
First **** move nonchalant
See me he passin da blunt
I'm smelling da powder from guns
He askin dis whatchu want?
Smoke!
Degenerate shit taking mold
You know how it goes
Stay turnt we don't wanna grow old
We just go with the flow
Dust ash off clothes
Big bro like chos O
Stay with the pack
Get too faded perhaps
And the shit that we've done it'll stay under wraps
My lungs turning black
When I talk yes I hack
I can break down the system
Listen
You pay for the killers walk by you just missed em
He run wit his dawgs call him Michael D. Victim
No Crusin through life an impossible mission
Copin I roll up somehow I stay driven
Hold up
You be out here with no love
Fuck it nobody gone notice
We gone roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Roll up
Written by: Júnior Monteiro, Kishmael Bredy