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Meek Mill - Im Rollin Lyrics




Ok, I walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherf*cker
Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on em
And bitches I ain't got no love for em
Just a bunch of swagger and a lil bit of drugs for em
Hey hater you can pull the plug on em
Cause my neck be like nothin like a bug on em
Bling bling, pockets on tching tching
You wifing everything you come across, ring king
Damn nigga, you on a ham nigga
I follow your bitch and kick her hard like she Pam nigga
Oh that's your main hoe, what were you sayin nigga?
She said she love this dick that you weren't in her plan nigga
Pockets on bank roll, chain froze
Nigga we don't even f*ck the same hoes
Watching for the coppers and the plane clothes
Cause I'm riding with a chopper in a Range Rove
I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with my nigga top bar, I'm rollin
Bitch I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with this motherf*ckin Rarri like it's stolen

Still I walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherf*cker
Motherf*cker and my sneakers got blood on em
Walk up in this bitch, fresher than a motherf*cker
Mothaf*ckin bitches we ain't got no love for em

White girls, going wild, I murder that pussy now I'm on a trial
So wet, I need 4 towels, she sucking dick like she got 4 mouths
Old hoe, got 4 miles and y'all niggas hating got 4 fouls
Prolly foul out, I prolly wild out and pull the seat on you niggas you in timeout
Rats, pause on the park, I be going ham nigga I don't need a fork
Ball so hard nigga I don't need a court
Purple label erythang nigga I don't need a horse
I'm swagged out, maxed out,
Bad bitch with me and her ass out
Rack up, rack out, and every time I'm in the building I'm a cash out
I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with my nigga top bar, I'm rollin
Bitch I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with this motherf*cking rarri like it's stolen

Still I walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherf*cker
Motherf*cker and my sneakers got blood on em
Walk up in this bitch, fresher than a motherf*cker
Mothaf*ckin bitches we ain't got no love for em

I got a bitch in the bay, I got a bitch in the A
I got a bitch down in Philly that do whatever I say
I got a bitch in New York, I got a bitch in MI-A
I got a bitch down in Houston she wanna f*ck eryday
And I be rollin, she be rollin
She be f*cking with a nigga really rollin
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Ok, I walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherf*cker
Pocket full of money and my sneakers got blood on em
And bitches I ain't got no love for em
Just a bunch of swagger and a lil bit of drugs for em
Hey hater you can pull the plug on em
Cause my neck be like nothin like a bug on em
Bling bling, pockets on tching tching
You wifing everything you come across, ring king
Damn nigga, you on a ham nigga
I follow your bitch and kick her hard like she Pam nigga
Oh that's your main hoe, what were you sayin nigga?
She said she love this dick that you weren't in her plan nigga
Pockets on bank roll, chain froze
Nigga we don't even f*ck the same hoes
Watching for the coppers and the plane clothes
Cause I'm riding with a chopper in a Range Rove
I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with my nigga top bar, I'm rollin
Bitch I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with this motherf*ckin Rarri like it's stolen

Still I walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherf*cker
Motherf*cker and my sneakers got blood on em
Walk up in this bitch, fresher than a motherf*cker
Mothaf*ckin bitches we ain't got no love for em

White girls, going wild, I murder that pussy now I'm on a trial
So wet, I need 4 towels, she sucking dick like she got 4 mouths
Old hoe, got 4 miles and y'all niggas hating got 4 fouls
Prolly foul out, I prolly wild out and pull the seat on you niggas you in timeout
Rats, pause on the park, I be going ham nigga I don't need a fork
Ball so hard nigga I don't need a court
Purple label erythang nigga I don't need a horse
I'm swagged out, maxed out,
Bad bitch with me and her ass out
Rack up, rack out, and every time I'm in the building I'm a cash out
I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with my nigga top bar, I'm rollin
Bitch I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin, I'm rollin with this motherf*cking rarri like it's stolen

Still I walk up in this bitch fresher than a motherf*cker
Motherf*cker and my sneakers got blood on em
Walk up in this bitch, fresher than a motherf*cker
Mothaf*ckin bitches we ain't got no love for em

I got a bitch in the bay, I got a bitch in the A
I got a bitch down in Philly that do whatever I say
I got a bitch in New York, I got a bitch in MI-A
I got a bitch down in Houston she wanna f*ck eryday
And I be rollin, she be rollin
She be f*cking with a nigga really rollin
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