Listen to Get Your Roll On by Big Tymers

Get Your Roll On

Big Tymers

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Birdman
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Songwriter
Bryan Christopher Williams
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mannie Fresh
Mannie Fresh
Producer
James Cruz
James Cruz
Mastering Engineer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, what, what, what, ooh, yeah I fuck these hoes after our shows Big dicks we slang, freak bitch, do ya thang (Do yo thang) Benz, Vest, Hummers, Jets Rolex, Mosettes, television head rest Twenty inches, nothin' less Everyday iced out Nigga play lights out M period fresh hammer Yo wife is my baby mama Goddamn motherfucker She's uh, good dick sucker What the fuck, hold on everybody Get yo' roll on Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Beatrice, bitch please You know who I be Nothin' else, none other The number one stunner Nigga I pimp hoes Fuck toss, flip hoes Show them bitches no love Ridin' two G lacs on dubs Ounces, quarters, halves, bricks Nigga I done sold all that shit As soon as my tour stop Bought five Bentley Zoras props TV's must, buttons must CMB, platinum plus What the fuck, hold on Everybody get yo' motherfuckin roll on Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what I like loud pipes, big rims, mo' ice V-twelves or better No, it's strictly leather Play station DVD's Don't worry about yo' bitch She comin' wit' me Leavin' stickers on the Bentley To show the price Arm out the windows Just to floss my ice Fresh, wait, hold up That's that bitch we fucked Nigga what yo' bank 'bout Dog I've been lost count Pop that Kriss, pop that moe Slam that bitch, punch that hoe What the fuck, hold on Everybody get your motherfuckin' roll on Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what Everybody get your roll on Everybody getcha motherfuckin' roll on, what What, what, what, what...
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Byron Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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