Joell Ortiz - Roll Deep (prod. by Statik Selektah) | Текст песни

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• Joell Ortiz
• Roll Deep (prod. by Statik Selektah)

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

I’ll join now, you could leave with half of your face
With one AO, we play no games, been that fuego
Pain and we lay low, playing to the highland, I’m with Dego
Ice grill chill out, melt your whole grill out
Mouth piece spill out, you laying there, still out
Waking up the ambulance, paperwork to fill out
We hop up in them new things that pill out
Ain’t nothing sweet, our bakery is street
Heroes get hoes like bagels, we roll T
It’s straight bread over here, fireworks everywhere, you over there, huh?
Sam, you live once, dead, I’m in here going bad near
That’s one, step up from ham
I do it ‘cause I can, I got that live music in my pocket, bam

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

Yep, yep, I do this, fuck up and threw it
Pull up to your block in a pod with shooters
I’m hood to the hood power, salute your boy with a goody hour
Hard man, I let in that, dope boy, predator
Still got work with a chirp on a cellular
Still in the good, I’m a barber shop regular
Ask about the boy, man, etcetera
My bronze is the baddest, horses and carriage
I could walk in with something gorgeous from Paris
Back side, yeah, awesome … back shots later on, I snag it
Yeah, this is payback, yeah, it’s from way back
When niggas had jokes, now I laugh in a Maybach
I ain’t bragging about what I drive, let’s just say that
I pull up to the hood and y’all hate that

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico, Puerto Rico

At night with the papi spiked with Bacardi
Fifth in a Wrangler, knife in a party
Goons everywhere, bitches everywhere
You damn right we everywhere, nigga
You slum at the bar, my team in the cut
Clean in my jeans, green in the dutch
She want a …, clean in her cup
She’ll be back tomorrow, yep
Ain’t really nothing you can do
Your boy is on fire, I’m turning up the oven and the fuel
Look at you, disgusting with your flu
Sick of you rubbing on your stomach like you do
Milk crate posy, slam down copy
Ices for papi, drip down sloppy, better boy watch me, I’m PR Rocky
Hooker, ain’t anybody try to stop me

I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican
I roll deep like a motherfucking Puerto Rican

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