DICE AND ROLL
'Tari, get over here
Go, a-a-and let that through your soul
Have fun with it, my mistress is all dripping in gold (gold)
Got my dice and rolled it, lights all on my rollie
I'm not sorry if I need saving, I'm not in control
Go (ah-ah-ah), let that through your soul (soul)
I found me the baddest bitch, got me when I'm gone (ah-ah)
I told her I don't got time for that bullshit that she on (I don't)
Girl, you're driving me crazy, leave me alone
Go, a-a-and let that through your soul
Have fun with it, my mistress is all dripping in gold (gold)
Got my dice and rolled it, lights all on my rollie
I'm not sorry if I need saving, I'm not in control, -trol, -trol
Roll, shoot, seven dice, draw us my paradise
Roll, shoot, seven dice, draw us my paradise
Organs pop, there he dies, organs pop, there he dies
Roll, shoot, seven dice, organs pop, there he dies
We got seven seconds left in heaven, then it's back to life
You're nice, two rolls, let's make it right
We got seven seconds left in heaven, then it's back to life
You're nice, two rolls, let's make it right (rah-ah-ah)
Go, a-a-and let that through your soul
Have fun with it, my mistress is all dripping in gold (gold)
Got my dice and rolled it, lights all on my rollie
I'm not sorry if I need saving, I'm not in control
Go, a-a-and let that through your soul
Have fun with it, my mistress is all dripping in gold (gold)
Got my dice and rolled it, lights all on my rollie
I'm not sorry if I need saving, I'm not in control
Go (ah-ah-ah), let that through your soul (soul)
I found me the baddest bitch, got me when I'm gone (ah-ah)
I told her I don't got time for that bullshit that she on (I don't)
Girl, you're driving me crazy, leave me alone
Go, a-a-and let that through your soul
Have fun with it, my mistress is all dripping in gold (gold)
Got my dice and rolled it, lights all on my rollie
I'm not sorry if I need saving, I'm not in control, -trol, -trol
Roll, shoot, seven dice, draw us my paradise
Roll, shoot, seven dice, draw us my paradise
Organs pop, there he dies, organs pop, there he dies
Roll, shoot, seven dice, organs pop, there he dies
We got seven seconds left in heaven, then it's back to life
You're nice, two rolls, let's make it right
We got seven seconds left in heaven, then it's back to life
You're nice, two rolls, let's make it right (rah-ah-ah)
Go, a-a-and let that through your soul
Have fun with it, my mistress is all dripping in gold (gold)
Got my dice and rolled it, lights all on my rollie
I'm not sorry if I need saving, I'm not in control
Credits
Writer(s): Taha Ahmad
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