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While talkin' to this breezy
Brushin' off my three-piece, I make this look too easy
So tall and lanky, my suit?
I make it look good to be this hood, Meyer Lansky
Poppa was a rolling stone-it's in my ancestry
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly shit, I should win the ESPY
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(Baby I, I said I sport fly shit, I should win the Espy...
I'm really in another league, babe...
I got a slick mouth, you might wanna roll with me,)
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I'm on her bra strap, she's on my diiiick
Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's my biiiitch
I be the boss of that, I'm on her shiiiit
So all you niggas fall back, I'll split ya wig
She's my little quarterback... ya dig?
Cause I'm all that in the sack... ya, ya dig?
Foiled it if you fakin', Jack
She's used to million-dollar vacations
Fuck ya'll gon' do with that?
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Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
Is you headin' to the party life?
You can stall out or ball out...)
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
Is you headin' to the party life?
It's so gangster, baby...)
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
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Got me cooler than Pacino
When DeNiro put together my real life it's like CASINO
They should pay me for some B-roll
Takin' G-strokes through the ghee-to
When rap-p-p-pid fire's just a neccesary evil
Hola Hovito', cooler than zero
B-low fresh one blade, no chemo
Ya boy's off the wall, these other niggas is Tito
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The city in bright lights
These girls dressin' skintight...
Ay baby, I said I'm, I'm Off The Wall, I'm like a...
Young Michael Jackson, these other niggas is Tito...
Shout out to Randy, Real Talk!)
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(I'm a just let this ride out...)
(I might let it ride out for like 7 minutes, you can groove to it, whatever)
(Let's two-step... aaow!)
(Guru, turn the lights down, let's keep it smooth...
This that shit you roll up, like a lil' tight J to...
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
Is you headin' to the party life?
Is you rollin' rollin' rollin'?
Is you headin' to the party life?
(Whatever your vice is, you know?
Whatever YOU like to do... get into yo' comfort zone, baby...
Get into yo' comfort zone... uh huh)
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C-cause it gets h-h-hot-t-t
See, why are we talkin' all this fly shit?
C-c-c-c-cause I'm the flyest
Now I'm eatin' gold, baby
Writer(s): Henry Stone, Shawn Carter, Sean J. Combs, Deleno Sean Matthews, Levar Coppin, William Joseph Clarke, Willie George Hale