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Why these niggas testing me? They gon' fail, fuck around get a F and leave I feel like Go Go Gadget my FN sleeve It gone blast "god damn how did that release?" I see some fucked up stuff in my memories I walk straight through hell it don't bother me I feel like my name Simon they follow me I guess a bitch is what you gone be for Halloween Rollin' like a rock band I swore that I only had brought my dope in here Now it's 4 to floor nigga Rollin' like a rock band Ripped jeans, recording shit like we Queen, drive cars like Lightning McQueen Rollin' like a rock band And we do drugs Ya lady show us the love He sings and I play the drums Rollin' like a rock band And they say Bam a star Nigga hand me this damn guitar Handle my shit like handlebars Rockstar status baby that's what we on I got Tripp pants on just to match this Vuitton Me and Bam riding whether we right or wrong And I'm getting to this money somewhere you don't belong Bitch I be flexed when I'm writing these songs Imma take another few until I can not feel nun Hit up the plug cause I ran out supply 2 pocket pills but they two different kinds Rollin' like a rock band I swore that I only had brought my dope in here Now it's 4 to floor nigga Rollin' like a rock band Ripped jeans, recording shit like we Queen, drive cars like Lightning McQueen Rollin' like a rock band And we do drugs Ya lady show us the love He sings and I play the drums Rollin' like a rock band And they say Bam a star Nigga hand me this damn guitar Handle my shit like handlebars
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