(Saints)
I need some help
Bet not roll with myself
Been goin' through hell
I cannot go any longer
Sick and tired
I don't wanna work on the corner no more
Lemme in
Lemme in
Just open the door
Lemme in
Lemme in
Please just open the door
Whippin' in the kitchen
When I woke up
Mamma said can you clean up the dishes
I had a talk with my choppa
This glick wanna blow you some kisses
Ain't leavin' no witness I'm dippin
Stuffin' you in the trunk
I'll make you feel like I'm coaching a gymnast
Bitch I'm the sickest
(Uh)
Runnin' through plays in the Maybach
Loading my bullets, I'm gon' make you layback
I need some help
Bet not roll with myself
Been goin' through hell
I cannot go any longer
Sick and tired
I don't wanna work on the corner no more
Lemme in
Lemme in
Just open the door
We in the trap with the saints
No choppa we up on a tank
Diamonds they shining vv's
The pressure would cause you to faint
All this on me
(All this on me)
Yeah I roll with myself
(I roll with myself)
Artisan heat
I stack up my wealth
We throw it up make it rain
We gonna blow like champagne
Don't swerve in the lane
And I keep one on me
Fiji we move like the sea
We top it off and repeat
And I'm rolling I'm rolling I'm rolling
It's shining on me
The timing on me
Ain't a place I rather be
We pull up and pop out with heat
(Ohh)
(Ohh)
Yeah
Aye, I keep the padlock on me
Nobody hittin' the schemes, yeah
Shawty she hittin' on me
Pass it like family tree
Yeah, we go 'round no rundown
Pop off like 12 rounds
Stack up the compound
Keep the cups full, yeah no brown
Wait
But hit a lick on the Saints and get lost now
(Lost now)
With the ak no Ray J you on tape now
(Tape now)
Say you're runnin' with me
But you keep out the phones how
(Phones how)
Ain't no right way
Homie what you want is a showdown
(Ok, I'm reloaded)
(Urban)
I just pulled up with the Saints
(Saint)
We just got back from the bank
(Bank)
Tell a bitch stay in her lane
I left stains on her face
But I don't entertain
Tell me a soul good as I, Imma wait
I got coco Bacardi refusing to chase
If that bitch runaway I'm refusing to chase
And I do not got time I'm refusing to waste
I pop patron and now I'm awake mentally
Member me erase your every memory
Imma Saint the Bible just forgets to mention me
But I got the energy
In this game of life I'm the mother f*cking referee
In this game of knowledge your life is in jeopardy
In this game of chance I'm a mother f*cking gambler
If yo bitch is bad best believe Imma sample her
Flick my wrist faster than flash of a camera
I did the race ain't no face I got stamina
Alpha omega is not for the faint
But you couldn't roll in the life of a Saint
(Saints)
Roll (feat. Dwain King, Eliaj, God Bless Urban & Faz) Video (MV)
Performed By: All $aints Mafia
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: Carlos Bonilla III, Dwain King, Rafael Rodriguez, Yosef Elias
All $aints Mafia - Roll (feat. Dwain King, Eliaj, God Bless Urban & Faz) Lyrics
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English
(Saints)
I need some help
Bet not roll with myself
Been goin' through hell
I cannot go any longer
Sick and tired
I don't wanna work on the corner no more
Lemme in
Lemme in
Just open the door
Lemme in
Lemme in
Please just open the door
Whippin' in the kitchen
When I woke up
Mamma said can you clean up the dishes
I had a talk with my choppa
This glick wanna blow you some kisses
Ain't leavin' no witness I'm dippin
Stuffin' you in the trunk
I'll make you feel like I'm coaching a gymnast
Bitch I'm the sickest
(Uh)
Runnin' through plays in the Maybach
Loading my bullets, I'm gon' make you layback
I need some help
Bet not roll with myself
Been goin' through hell
I cannot go any longer
Sick and tired
I don't wanna work on the corner no more
Lemme in
Lemme in
Just open the door
We in the trap with the saints
No choppa we up on a tank
Diamonds they shining vv's
The pressure would cause you to faint
All this on me
(All this on me)
Yeah I roll with myself
(I roll with myself)
Artisan heat
I stack up my wealth
We throw it up make it rain
We gonna blow like champagne
Don't swerve in the lane
And I keep one on me
Fiji we move like the sea
We top it off and repeat
And I'm rolling I'm rolling I'm rolling
It's shining on me
The timing on me
Ain't a place I rather be
We pull up and pop out with heat
(Ohh)
(Ohh)
Yeah
Aye, I keep the padlock on me
Nobody hittin' the schemes, yeah
Shawty she hittin' on me
Pass it like family tree
Yeah, we go 'round no rundown
Pop off like 12 rounds
Stack up the compound
Keep the cups full, yeah no brown
Wait
But hit a lick on the Saints and get lost now
(Lost now)
With the ak no Ray J you on tape now
(Tape now)
Say you're runnin' with me
But you keep out the phones how
(Phones how)
Ain't no right way
Homie what you want is a showdown
(Ok, I'm reloaded)
(Urban)
I just pulled up with the Saints
(Saint)
We just got back from the bank
(Bank)
Tell a bitch stay in her lane
I left stains on her face
But I don't entertain
Tell me a soul good as I, Imma wait
I got coco Bacardi refusing to chase
If that bitch runaway I'm refusing to chase
And I do not got time I'm refusing to waste
I pop patron and now I'm awake mentally
Member me erase your every memory
Imma Saint the Bible just forgets to mention me
But I got the energy
In this game of life I'm the mother f*cking referee
In this game of knowledge your life is in jeopardy
In this game of chance I'm a mother f*cking gambler
If yo bitch is bad best believe Imma sample her
Flick my wrist faster than flash of a camera
I did the race ain't no face I got stamina
Alpha omega is not for the faint
But you couldn't roll in the life of a Saint
(Saints)
I need some help
Bet not roll with myself
Been goin' through hell
I cannot go any longer
Sick and tired
I don't wanna work on the corner no more
Lemme in
Lemme in
Just open the door
Lemme in
Lemme in
Please just open the door
Whippin' in the kitchen
When I woke up
Mamma said can you clean up the dishes
I had a talk with my choppa
This glick wanna blow you some kisses
Ain't leavin' no witness I'm dippin
Stuffin' you in the trunk
I'll make you feel like I'm coaching a gymnast
Bitch I'm the sickest
(Uh)
Runnin' through plays in the Maybach
Loading my bullets, I'm gon' make you layback
I need some help
Bet not roll with myself
Been goin' through hell
I cannot go any longer
Sick and tired
I don't wanna work on the corner no more
Lemme in
Lemme in
Just open the door
We in the trap with the saints
No choppa we up on a tank
Diamonds they shining vv's
The pressure would cause you to faint
All this on me
(All this on me)
Yeah I roll with myself
(I roll with myself)
Artisan heat
I stack up my wealth
We throw it up make it rain
We gonna blow like champagne
Don't swerve in the lane
And I keep one on me
Fiji we move like the sea
We top it off and repeat
And I'm rolling I'm rolling I'm rolling
It's shining on me
The timing on me
Ain't a place I rather be
We pull up and pop out with heat
(Ohh)
(Ohh)
Yeah
Aye, I keep the padlock on me
Nobody hittin' the schemes, yeah
Shawty she hittin' on me
Pass it like family tree
Yeah, we go 'round no rundown
Pop off like 12 rounds
Stack up the compound
Keep the cups full, yeah no brown
Wait
But hit a lick on the Saints and get lost now
(Lost now)
With the ak no Ray J you on tape now
(Tape now)
Say you're runnin' with me
But you keep out the phones how
(Phones how)
Ain't no right way
Homie what you want is a showdown
(Ok, I'm reloaded)
(Urban)
I just pulled up with the Saints
(Saint)
We just got back from the bank
(Bank)
Tell a bitch stay in her lane
I left stains on her face
But I don't entertain
Tell me a soul good as I, Imma wait
I got coco Bacardi refusing to chase
If that bitch runaway I'm refusing to chase
And I do not got time I'm refusing to waste
I pop patron and now I'm awake mentally
Member me erase your every memory
Imma Saint the Bible just forgets to mention me
But I got the energy
In this game of life I'm the mother f*cking referee
In this game of knowledge your life is in jeopardy
In this game of chance I'm a mother f*cking gambler
If yo bitch is bad best believe Imma sample her
Flick my wrist faster than flash of a camera
I did the race ain't no face I got stamina
Alpha omega is not for the faint
But you couldn't roll in the life of a Saint
(Saints)
Writer: Carlos Bonilla III, Dwain King, Rafael Rodriguez, Yosef Elias
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, O/B/O DistroKid