TTD (feat. Len)
You want to roll, you best be ten toes down
They cannot roll, because your friends are clowns
I want to smoke, biscotti in my mouth
Who do you call for when this shit goes south?
You want to roll, you best be ten toes down
I need it, I choose you
You feel it, It's mutual
I see it, it's sexual
I eat it, it's mental
Ain't good for my soul, you know I had to do something
Baby girl don't worry, you ain't got to prove nothing
The bean same colour as my money baby
I got this freak on her knees, she said she wants a baby
A GLE AMG, it's a mercedes baby
I got what you need, you got what I want
Book me for a show, you got to pay me upfront
Number one
I'm the one who did it, you're just my son
Another one
Bill another rocket cos I'm not done
The race ain't done
The race ain't won
Your fate ain't come
The fake won't win
You want to roll, you best be ten toes down
They cannot roll, because your friends are clowns
I want to smoke, biscotti in my mouth
Who do you call for when this shit goes south?
You want to roll, you best be ten toes down
I need it, I choose you
You feel it? It's mutual
I see it, it's sexual
I eat it, it's mental
Ain't good for my soul, you know I had to do something
Baby girl don't worry, you ain't got to prove nothing
They cannot roll, because your friends are clowns
I want to smoke, biscotti in my mouth
Who do you call for when this shit goes south?
You want to roll, you best be ten toes down
I need it, I choose you
You feel it, It's mutual
I see it, it's sexual
I eat it, it's mental
Ain't good for my soul, you know I had to do something
Baby girl don't worry, you ain't got to prove nothing
The bean same colour as my money baby
I got this freak on her knees, she said she wants a baby
A GLE AMG, it's a mercedes baby
I got what you need, you got what I want
Book me for a show, you got to pay me upfront
Number one
I'm the one who did it, you're just my son
Another one
Bill another rocket cos I'm not done
The race ain't done
The race ain't won
Your fate ain't come
The fake won't win
You want to roll, you best be ten toes down
They cannot roll, because your friends are clowns
I want to smoke, biscotti in my mouth
Who do you call for when this shit goes south?
You want to roll, you best be ten toes down
I need it, I choose you
You feel it? It's mutual
I see it, it's sexual
I eat it, it's mental
Ain't good for my soul, you know I had to do something
Baby girl don't worry, you ain't got to prove nothing
Credits
Writer(s): Tenison Lawani
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