Limp Bizkit ft. Valee Lyrics

Yeah uh

Who them niggas turning smoke into the vapors bruh

All my bitches flavors bruh

Roll it up and take a puff

My niggas countin blues now

Thumbs is getting paper cuts

Throw it on the strippers

And watch them bitches just rake it up

Pull up in that whip clean

Look like whip cream

Vossens on the tires

The colors is NSYNC

Get it,

All these niggas so pathetic

They be on the scene

But my niggas always fled it

And I feel like a fiend

When it come to gettin cheddar

Cuz it was just a dream

But its only getting better

Tell em stop with that commotion

Cuz im only getting fed up

I pull up twin turbo

That bitch is my vendetta

Tell em catch up

Cause I'm rollin

30 on her waist

She gone give me faith

Okay k

Pull up give me face

Laughing to the bank

Everyday

5 star everyday

Take you to the A

Cuz I'm rollin

Cuz I'm rollin

30 on her waist

She gone give me faith

And my slide by Burberry nah

1 pack tee $259

2 $559

I fly by doin 159 (mph)

It's 5:59

And my cup it came from a goalo

I pour it up in a Polo

And my cup correlate wit a polo

I poured up in a polo

Hellcat look just like a flight

I fast forward the street

When I'm runnin up a check

I fast forward my feet

When I'm looking out my window

I fly by a fleet

Gucci his and hers

That's on both our feet

Gucci his and hers

Not from Market Flea

Bitch wan stop at store

Tee from Tiffany

And my motor whine

It's the horses tit 4 tat for me

Cause I'm rollin

30 on her waist

She gone give me faith

Okay k

Pull up give me face

Laughing to the bank

Everyday

5 star everyday

Take you to the A

Cuz I'm rollin

Cuz I'm rollin

30 on her waist

She gone give me faith