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Countinbodiez
Countinbodiez
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Devante Nixon
Devante Nixon
Songwriter
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Countinbodiez
Countinbodiez
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Fari
Fari
Producer

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Rollin' and I'm rollin' and I'm rollin', bitch, I'm geeked up These niggas don't get high as us, no, they could never be us (Rollin' and I'm rollin' and I'm rollin', bitch, I'm geeked up) Rollin' and I'm rollin' and I'm rollin', bitch, I'm geeked up Rollin' and I'm rollin' and I'm rollin', bitch, I'm geeked up (Fari gon' get to the bag) Rollin' and I'm rollin' and I'm rollin', bitch, I'm geeked up (Yeah, yeah) These niggas don't get high as us, no, they could never be us My trap filled up with Za, bitch, you know I ain't never gotta re-up Backseat, Rolls Royce Cullinan, I'm chilling with my feet up Yeah, I keep a bad bitch next to me, she roll my weed up (Nah, for real) What the fuck I look like following you? bitch, I'm a leader (What the fuck?) Feel like John Cena with these hoes, no, I can't see ya (At all) Really put shit on with this drip, bitch, I can teach ya (Blatt, blatt) I just poured a four of Codeine inside of a two-liter Yeah, bad hoe took my soul, somethin' like Grim Reaper (Nah, for real) I do not care about making new friends, I don't wanna meet ya (No, no) I'm havin' 220 all on my dash, yo, check out the meter (Vroom) Supercharged engine inside the 'Vette, a real deal speeder (Skrrt, skrrt) Bad bitch play my song, my voice all on her speaker (Oh, yeah) Bitch, I'm boolin' in Zone 3, right by Cedar (For real) Lil shawty keep thinking she's the one but I don't need her I think I'm in love with this fashion I think I'm in love with these clothes I think I'm in love with this money, In love with this paper, ain't stuntin' these hoes Shawty was rockin' on Nike until I put Balenci' all on her toes Shawty was way too crazy, I'm blocking her number, she doing the most Yeah, would've thought I was Piru, that's a whole lotta red on my mufucking clothes Damn, I just ran out of woods, I'ma send my lil patna right up to the store All of my niggas 4Loyalty, ride with them choppas, we ride with them poles FFA, MOA, that's my gang and I swear to god, they all on go Rollin' and I'm rollin' and I'm rollin', bitch, I'm geeked up (Yeah, yeah) These niggas don't get high as us, no, they could never be us My trap filled up with Za, bitch, you know I ain't never gotta re-up Backseat, Rolls Royce Cullinan, I'm chilling with my feet up Yeah, I keep a bad bitch next to me, she roll my weed up (Nah, for real) What the fuck I look like following you? bitch, I'm a leader (What the fuck?) Feel like John Cena with these hoes, no, I can't see ya (At all) Really put shit on with this drip, bitch, I can teach ya (Blatt, blatt)
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