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We Rollin
Hip-Hop/Rap
We Rollin was released on November 24, 2022 by Jackpott as a part of the album 777
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Album777
Release DateNovember 24, 2022
LabelJackpott
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackpott
Jackpott
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Morris
Jack Morris
Songwriter

Lyrics

Turn my headphones up
Yea
Alright
Yea yea
Alright Right there
Yea
Okay leh go
Popped out bih we rollin
I cant stump my motion
30 on me im pourin
20k rollie no bogus
My chain stay real icey
Think lil shawty like me
Dawg from the south im righty
I sip lean feel mighty
Louie v match my lense
And ian ever needed no friends
And Had to take a loss jus to win
And u keep askin me to lend
Skirt out the foriegn we corner
I drop a song and the weather get warmer
brotha a ese he trap by the border
Im droppin hits my shit hit like a mortar
Team on my back
Im on roll
Money big stacks
This shit dont fold
Play wit her cat
She like to pose
We cant be seen
Dont even post
Im into racks
Money get me feelin lit
Trap
I fell in love with this shit
Pack
Cant even smoke in the whip
Drag
Hope i dont crash in this bih
Foty seen ah ah ah
Feel like lil wayne on la la la
Shawty come here to da da da
They jus be cappin on rah rah rah
I got, too much of this paper
I dont, think imma go saver
Yellow purple, feel like a laker
Im gone, send u to yo maker
Ion say twin
Right to the end
Ion need friends
Me, myself, and i
I get high and feel alive
Her pussy clean like tide
Im gone hit before the night
Popped out bih we rollin
I cant stump my motion
30 on me im pourin
20k rollie no bogus
My chain stay real icey
Think lil shawty like me
Dawg from the south im righty
I sip lean feel mighty
Louie v match my lense
And ian ever needed no friends
And Had to take a loss jus to win
And u keep askin me to lend
Skirt out the foriegn we corner
I drop a song and the weather get warmer
brotha a ese he trap by the border
Im droppin hits my shit hit like a mortar
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh
Thats how she sound every night
I grip her legs like a vice
Percs and the lean get me right
Think i serve meth i got ice
Life is a gamble roll dice
Im still the same off the mike
Chop
Hold on
Mop
Hold on
Stop
Hold on
Watch
Hold on
I bring the chop we gone clear the whole scene
Fuck a street sweeper we moppin the street
Tell me to stop but im livin my dream
Vintage watch rollie it matchin my piece
Im sippin lean not no scotch
Perfect timin on my watch
And Im Runnin outta opps
They be turnin to cops
On my own island like lost
We could care less bout the cost
Im wit the gang we all bosses
Popped out bih we rollin
I cant stump my motion
30 on me im pourin
20k rollie no bogus
My chain stay real icey
Think lil shawty like me
Dawg from the south im righty
I sip lean feel mighty
Louie v match my lense
And ian ever needed no friends
And Had to take a loss jus to win
And u keep askin me to lend
Skirt out the foriegn we corner
I drop a song and the weather get warmer
brotha a ese he trap by the border
Im droppin hits my shit hit like a mortar
Written by: Jack Morris
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