Rolling Papers lyrics

Cut it sharp, break it down
Couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end
Let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock
Let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out
Bitches and they asses out, money-countin cotton mouth
Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga

My swagger's straight through the roof, bitch
My huarache kicks and Bape tees, I really do this
Snappin necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit
Smokin joints with mixed breed bitches, right where the pool is
I never press, just relax, don't start choosin
Take a note [?] you fucking students
Left my main chick now the new bitches I'm scoopin
Stacey Dash type, I'm cheatin and they clueless
I'm from the Gang or the pack or the litter
Better guard your daughter or your mother or your sister
Chances are she is an avid O.F. listener
And when we exit she will proceed to exit with us
To the Homestead Suites to drink liquor
Party all night, it's her dream to be with us
She'll tae kwon do anything that we mentioned
Just because she know that we the Wolf Gang niggas

Cut it sharp, break it down
Couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end
Let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock
Let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out
Bitches and they asses out, money-countin cotton mouth
Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga
Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga

(I kept a g?), kept the good weed fired up
It's been a good year record labels wanna hire us
But O.F. just chillin, let the fuckers admire us
My shit's so Swift, I could gay Miley Cyrus up
But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon happen
Ice water cold, I'm the coldest nigga rappin
Y'all was cool in high school, what the fuck happened?
Still low like Laurel parking ticket is, I'm dashin
Are they gon pay us? And will they make it rain? Yup.
Ignorant as fuck but I swear I won't change up
That's a bad call, bitches catch fastballs
Smack em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Cut it sharp, break it down
Couple pounds, roll it up
Add heat, kiss the end
Let the colored vapors in
Pass it round, counter-clock
Let her show her titties, stop
Cops rolling past, rolling papers in the passenger
Then swag it out, ounces and the bags is out
Bitches and they asses out, money-countin cotton mouth
Yeah, we rollin papers over here, nigga [x2].

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Rolling Papers - 2010

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