Ouve Roll Some Mo (Remix) [feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wale] de Lucky Daye

Roll Some Mo (Remix) [feat. Ty Dolla $ign & Wale]

Lucky Daye

R&B/Soul

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Lucky Daye - Roll Some Mo (Remix (Audio)) ft. Ty Dolla $ign, Wale
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucky Daye
Lucky Daye
Vocals
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
Peter Lee Johnson
Peter Lee Johnson
Violin
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brown
David Brown
Songwriter
Dernst Emile II
Dernst Emile II
Songwriter
Peter Lee Johnson
Peter Lee Johnson
Songwriter
Jamar McNaughton
Jamar McNaughton
Songwriter
Glenford Prospere
Glenford Prospere
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Dernst "D'Mile" Emile II
Producer
John Kercy
John Kercy
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Letra

I ain't even equipped enough to get this lust into love but- We can get this buzz and catch a lil' rush and spend the whole slumberless slumber attempting such Patience is no ally of mine, so with that in mind My heart on both sleeves so if you look closely You gon' see, whoever access to those beats but... I just can't find the time, for you and I, right That shit you do hurt, hurt the worst I know her best, she heard the worst I know it's important to fly steady Eyes like I'm hibernatin' And I took like 5 gummies, I'm feelin' like God got her from here Keep it cool, shout out the crew, I'm playin' that Gibbs Or Lucky Daye, if you ever catch me and we unprepared Roll for me if you good, roll for you if you scared Love is Hell when it's fake, so why'd don't you tell me what real? We don't know what we're made of The same thing we're afraid of might improve us Stay up all night, just lay up Use half of this pay stub to make moves with Or all of it, of course And it ain't no room in Paris We could still fly high, then crash in Just make sure you pass it No, you can't imagine Ooh, it's automatic The life we live is lavish We don't have to be here if we stay We don't have to leave if we go Roll some mo' And we ain't too high if we see eye to eye Know you feel the rush from a simple touch Baby, roll some mo' Hol' up, wait, before we go I gotta ball up (ball up) Change my number, tired of niggas blowin' my phone up (Blowin' my phone up) Can't roll the paper, taught her how to stuff a cone Just Casamigos, girl I do not drink Patrón ('Trón) She don't want no ice in her drink, shawty a hot girl (hot girl) That brand new bag Louis V, them boots from Chanel (Chanel) Give me that mouth and the V, my windows tinted (tint) Twenty racks in Celine, spent on my image Uh, buy you all the Cartier and Tiffany (Tiffany) We gon' make tonight, a memory (ooh, yeah) Got your hittin' them high notes doin' the melody (Yeah) They said I was bad for you, that's jealousy (jealous) I wanna see your true colors (colors) Girl I ain't nothin' like them others (others) Don't wanna end up like them others Sometimes I wonder We don't have to be here if we stay We don't have to leave if we go (oh woah, oh) Roll some mo' (yeah, yeah) And we ain't too high (ain't too high), if we see eye to eye (eye to eye) Know you feel the rush (feel the rush), from a simple touch (simple touch) Baby, roll some mo' (ooh-ooh-ooh) Roll for you if you scared Roll for you Roll for you if you scared, yeah Roll for you if you scared, yeah Roll for you if you scared, yeah
Writer(s): David Debrandon Brown, Dernst Emile Ii, Peter Lee Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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