Rollin' Papers
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize, b-b-baptize
Bitch
On the couch I just been smokin' some weed
I do not give a fuck what the hell you sayin' to me
Because I'd rather not fuckin' drown in my misery
And I would anyway probably go through a bag a week
And I don't care what the hell you wan' think
I'ma smoke up, I gives a fuck if it stink
If I slip up, I treat it like ice rinks, boy
Always get up, try to learn from your mistakes, boy
Check it I'ma go and I'ma hit it from the back though
In her asshole
I gives a fuck 'bout no gas, bro
I'ma keep her queefin' and stick my teeth in the vag yo
Like Mia Khalifa she's fuckin' needin' a fat load
She done fiddle her little clit
Till she tinkled somethin' liquid
Wasn't piss or no jizz it was yeast infection res dribblin'
Fuck I think I done seen enough
I'm runnin' bitch I'm takin off
Ain't watchin' your pussy erupt
I'm done with this, I'm leavin' ya
I don't know, man I'm spewin' bullshit now
I be in my zone, it's just one of those freestyles
Up inside my home
While I'm on my own
With my microphone
I'ma show you fuckers how Cole get down
One minute, wait
You wanna get in my way?
Gon get my dick in your face
I do not play
Ain't got no time for these games
All of that bullshit can wait
The fuck did you say?
Yeah you got some nerve
I'ma go berserk
I don't overstate
Yes I'm more than sure
You gon end up hurt
You gon feel the pain
I 'member back in the day when they told me I couldn't make music now look at me go
Yeah, bitch I'm shootin' my shot like I only got one bullet left in my desert eagle
I'm not restin' till I'm the king of the throne
Soon they gonna call me one of the goats
I'ma treat the industry like my bitch in the sheets, I'm bouta leave em beggin for more
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize, b-b-baptize
And I don't care what the hell you wan' think
I'ma smoke up, I gives a fuck if it stink
If I slip up, I treat it like ice rinks, boy
Always get up, try to learn from your mistakes, boy
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize, b-b-baptize
Bitch
On the couch I just been smokin' some weed
I do not give a fuck what the hell you sayin' to me
Because I'd rather not fuckin' drown in my misery
And I would anyway probably go through a bag a week
And I don't care what the hell you wan' think
I'ma smoke up, I gives a fuck if it stink
If I slip up, I treat it like ice rinks, boy
Always get up, try to learn from your mistakes, boy
Check it I'ma go and I'ma hit it from the back though
In her asshole
I gives a fuck 'bout no gas, bro
I'ma keep her queefin' and stick my teeth in the vag yo
Like Mia Khalifa she's fuckin' needin' a fat load
She done fiddle her little clit
Till she tinkled somethin' liquid
Wasn't piss or no jizz it was yeast infection res dribblin'
Fuck I think I done seen enough
I'm runnin' bitch I'm takin off
Ain't watchin' your pussy erupt
I'm done with this, I'm leavin' ya
I don't know, man I'm spewin' bullshit now
I be in my zone, it's just one of those freestyles
Up inside my home
While I'm on my own
With my microphone
I'ma show you fuckers how Cole get down
One minute, wait
You wanna get in my way?
Gon get my dick in your face
I do not play
Ain't got no time for these games
All of that bullshit can wait
The fuck did you say?
Yeah you got some nerve
I'ma go berserk
I don't overstate
Yes I'm more than sure
You gon end up hurt
You gon feel the pain
I 'member back in the day when they told me I couldn't make music now look at me go
Yeah, bitch I'm shootin' my shot like I only got one bullet left in my desert eagle
I'm not restin' till I'm the king of the throne
Soon they gonna call me one of the goats
I'ma treat the industry like my bitch in the sheets, I'm bouta leave em beggin for more
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize the motherfuckin' rollin' paper
You gotta baptize, b-b-baptize
And I don't care what the hell you wan' think
I'ma smoke up, I gives a fuck if it stink
If I slip up, I treat it like ice rinks, boy
Always get up, try to learn from your mistakes, boy
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Writer(s): Cole Overs
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