Roll it, Roll it
The mood is was right but Something felt wrong
Im loosing my mind but i keep it composed
I don't feel at home so I stick to the road
Overseas how I Keep driving the boat
Staring at me what do you see
Drip from my head all the way to my feet
Pack after pack how we moving OZ
That nigga a rat and you call him OG
Popping a xanax I do it lowkey
Wetting her panting she calling me daddy
She Screaming my name it's sound like Papi
Packing a weapon my joggers look funny
Eyes on the price yea eyes on the money
You came w your squad but yall looking soo bummy
Run you some commas
Stack up some cash
Working so hard that I CANT come in last
Double back
Step correct
My young gunnas got intellect
Iverson with that euro step
When its gym time I work on legs (On my feet)
That's why can't catch me
I'm dashing out with max speed
Got my package in the back seats
Heard he chasing for a battery
That's long
Back and forth something like ping pong
Nigerians man (9ja 9ja) she thinks imma fraud
Oh my god Oh my god
I was young I was young
When I started finesse (Finesse)
I question the pastor
He asking me questions
Pray for forgiveness
I don't need confessions (Confesses)
Balaclava I'm scarring witness
Roll it, Roll it
Joey2k
Yeah Back in this bitch and you know I got game
Niggas talk shit I ain't still gon change
Never gon stop till I'm whipping that range
I'm with my G's steady making it rain
Bounce back
Never had hate in my best days
Stay straight trynna take things slow
Yeah we roll it up and blow
Up in the backseat row mehn you don't want smoke
It is what it is
Getting that paper go back on my feet
Gon get to the top and i keep it legit
And you know how it goes when I get on the beat
I'm talking my shit
With Vibes steady lit
They taught it was over
I gave em a seat
I'm making my music to get on repeat
With my niggas, we woking when niggas were sleep
Mehn this shit is deep
1250 Freestyle (feat. Joey2k) Video (MV)
Yemiivibes - 1250 Freestyle (feat. Joey2k) Lyrics
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English
Roll it, Roll it
The mood is was right but Something felt wrong
Im loosing my mind but i keep it composed
I don't feel at home so I stick to the road
Overseas how I Keep driving the boat
Staring at me what do you see
Drip from my head all the way to my feet
Pack after pack how we moving OZ
That nigga a rat and you call him OG
Popping a xanax I do it lowkey
Wetting her panting she calling me daddy
She Screaming my name it's sound like Papi
Packing a weapon my joggers look funny
Eyes on the price yea eyes on the money
You came w your squad but yall looking soo bummy
Run you some commas
Stack up some cash
Working so hard that I CANT come in last
Double back
Step correct
My young gunnas got intellect
Iverson with that euro step
When its gym time I work on legs (On my feet)
That's why can't catch me
I'm dashing out with max speed
Got my package in the back seats
Heard he chasing for a battery
That's long
Back and forth something like ping pong
Nigerians man (9ja 9ja) she thinks imma fraud
Oh my god Oh my god
I was young I was young
When I started finesse (Finesse)
I question the pastor
He asking me questions
Pray for forgiveness
I don't need confessions (Confesses)
Balaclava I'm scarring witness
Roll it, Roll it
Joey2k
Yeah Back in this bitch and you know I got game
Niggas talk shit I ain't still gon change
Never gon stop till I'm whipping that range
I'm with my G's steady making it rain
Bounce back
Never had hate in my best days
Stay straight trynna take things slow
Yeah we roll it up and blow
Up in the backseat row mehn you don't want smoke
It is what it is
Getting that paper go back on my feet
Gon get to the top and i keep it legit
And you know how it goes when I get on the beat
I'm talking my shit
With Vibes steady lit
They taught it was over
I gave em a seat
I'm making my music to get on repeat
With my niggas, we woking when niggas were sleep
Mehn this shit is deep
The mood is was right but Something felt wrong
Im loosing my mind but i keep it composed
I don't feel at home so I stick to the road
Overseas how I Keep driving the boat
Staring at me what do you see
Drip from my head all the way to my feet
Pack after pack how we moving OZ
That nigga a rat and you call him OG
Popping a xanax I do it lowkey
Wetting her panting she calling me daddy
She Screaming my name it's sound like Papi
Packing a weapon my joggers look funny
Eyes on the price yea eyes on the money
You came w your squad but yall looking soo bummy
Run you some commas
Stack up some cash
Working so hard that I CANT come in last
Double back
Step correct
My young gunnas got intellect
Iverson with that euro step
When its gym time I work on legs (On my feet)
That's why can't catch me
I'm dashing out with max speed
Got my package in the back seats
Heard he chasing for a battery
That's long
Back and forth something like ping pong
Nigerians man (9ja 9ja) she thinks imma fraud
Oh my god Oh my god
I was young I was young
When I started finesse (Finesse)
I question the pastor
He asking me questions
Pray for forgiveness
I don't need confessions (Confesses)
Balaclava I'm scarring witness
Roll it, Roll it
Joey2k
Yeah Back in this bitch and you know I got game
Niggas talk shit I ain't still gon change
Never gon stop till I'm whipping that range
I'm with my G's steady making it rain
Bounce back
Never had hate in my best days
Stay straight trynna take things slow
Yeah we roll it up and blow
Up in the backseat row mehn you don't want smoke
It is what it is
Getting that paper go back on my feet
Gon get to the top and i keep it legit
And you know how it goes when I get on the beat
I'm talking my shit
With Vibes steady lit
They taught it was over
I gave em a seat
I'm making my music to get on repeat
With my niggas, we woking when niggas were sleep
Mehn this shit is deep
Writer: Olayemi Yemi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid