Текст песни You're Not Rolling - K1 N15

Your not rolling
Ey GK tell them there not rolling
There not rolling
Tell them there not rolling
This guy
(I love Chris Rich)

Your not rolling hun (you're not)
Pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (come here)
Come here my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (no way)
Got about 4 bells left in this gun (I do)
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)

Your not rolling hun (you're not)
Pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (come here)
Come here my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (no way)
Got about 4 bells left in this gun (I do)
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)

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Ask what I do
Ask what I do (what I do)
Ask what I do (what I do)
Cah I come to their strip and make em
Leave there crew
Nigga get shanked with there boo (who)
Not me nigga you and you

Don't wanna buck repo gang
That's home invasions take mans
Food (oi take that)
I'm taking the lot
Where's the scales I'm bagging up prof
Don't talk on what happened at tops
That's dead the gang needs
To cop a new top (new top, new top)

It's burgundy not red you heard
What I said piru shit to the end (to the end)
It's burgundy not red you heard
What I said I'm on a 15 flick to the end (15, 15)

Your not rolling hun (you're not)
Pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (come here)
Come here my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about 4 bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)

Your not rolling hun (you're not)
Pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (come here)
Come here my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about 4 bells left in this gun
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)

Your not rollin darling
Cah man can't really roll with skets
(Nah I can't)
2 fingers up like fuck da met (fuck dem)
This dumb bitch on the phone tryna
Tease me like I ain't banned from LDN
(Silly bitch)

We got grub, money, skengs empty that crop till there's nothing left
If there's baby's what do we look like
Man ain't no I ain't touching them (no way)
More time wid the Gs and we uptown
Couple bad bs uno how it gets (true)
Jaysav in the bathroom getting neck (ha ha)
Mans high off balloons while getting head
Your not rolling you heard what I said

Can't be onto man if you don't pose a threat
(You can't)
Suce ta mere suck your mum in French
We can't leave till there's nothing left
(You dickhead)
Was a young yute when slates got stretched
Pedal bikes trips that was kway back then
(Back then)

More time it's a rents or a ding dong
What man use to lurk on gems
(Where they at)
Two fingers up to all ppl the alibis who give man stress (fuck you)
But gang got love for the all
Bad bs who give neck you jezz
(We do, we do)
Your not rolling get out the function

I might feel nice and let in your friends
Dumb bitch keep acting get out the Benz
Best tighten your weave cah
Your losing your head (silly bitch)
Losing your head
Best tighten your weave cah your losing your head
Silly Bitch

Your not rolling hun (you're not)
Pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (come here)
Come here my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make
Bread then we can't make love (we can't)
Got about 4 bells left in this gun (I do)
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)

Your not rolling hun (you're not)
Pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (come here)
Come here my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (no way)
Got about 4 bells left in this gun (I do)
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow)

(Your not rolling hun (you're not)
Pull up in 20 plate whips like Yala (come here)
Come here my boy we do it for fun
In jugg we trust if we don't make bread
Then we can't make love (no way)
Got about 4 bells left in this gun (I do)
Gotta give it to TY the golden glove
He love play with toys that might leave you rubbed (baow baow))