Lyrics

Papa was a rolling stone Now I got stones on my rollie And you wanna know How am I rolling Cause shit don't make no sense You just saw me glance Working hard dirty dirty to pay rent, yeah What are the chances I'm shining, I'm classy to the bone You hating, you struggling You sulking in your corner 2+2 keep counting Can you connect the dots? Cause you can't tell me what is true From what is not Like why I need to justify, why I dress fly Why I need to tell you Why I'll blow your mind African Queens on my dolla' bills All my villains will keep it real If you show your grills We ain't got no chill If you wanna chill take a seat By the window Do yourself a favor Listen to some Mimo Sipping on some vino, yeah we know How to kill you softly With that sweet funky music Yeah, yeah, yeah We got the sweet funky music Papa was a rolling stone, now I got stones Papa was a rolling stone, now I got stones Papa was a rolling stone, now I got stones Papa was a rolling stone and I got stoned Back in MTL city Serving tea and coffee I'm so sick of this shit Can I pour it on me? Can I talk to your god Ask for me and my dreams Line is always busy Switched my phone company Now my glory's shining all right And we do this every night Cause I got the sweet funky music I got the sweet funky music, yeah yeah Oh Papa was a rolling stone, now I got Papa was a rolling stone, now I got Papa was, Papa was oh ah Papa was a rolling stone, now I got Papa was a rolling stone, now I got Papa was, Papa was oh Papa was a rolling stone and I got stones now
Writer(s): Miryam Magri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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