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Casanova – Rip Rollie (Be Safe Tho Mixtape)

[Intro]
See, I done ran through the white gold Sky Dweller
Rose Gold presi
The AP, nah I ain’t really fuckin’ with that shit no more
I’m gettin’ too much money
I’m gettin’ too much fuckin’ money

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 1]
Oh that’s a Rollie? this 3 of those
But I like ya watch don’t get pita rolled
See you shinin’ in the club hope your peoples know
That I got it on my hip not in the vehicle
Before I signed a deal I had 100 pack
You signed a deal where your money at?
What you get a show I bet I double that
And those ain’t Rolex diamonds what you done to that?
You see my watch how it’s frozed up
You saw opps then you froze up
I got a Glock ready to load up
Ya song was hot all summer but now it slowed up
So it’s R.I.P. to the homie
If your watch tick-tock, it’s a phony
Before I took that shit you shoulda told me
I went to the jeweler look what he sold me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

[Verse 2]
Try to be cool, get the right vibe
But no more Mr. Nice Guy
Hope the shell for the 12 is the right size
Got the hitta to my left and my right side
Bout to step to any rapper with his chain out
If he tryna resist blow his brains out
Baking soda for the blood, get the stains out
My drugs and my side bitch in the same house
You got lined for it, but you grind for it
What you sayin’, you ain’t ready to die for it?
If it ain’t about money ain’t got no time for it
But if it’s war, nigga I’m all for it
So it was R.I.P. to ya brodies
I don’t fuck with them niggas them niggas police
Patek is a watch that’s what they told me
And if you getting that money than nigga show me

[Chorus]
R.I.P. to the Rollie
Patek ya’ neck if you don’t know me
Patek Phillipe for all my homies
You fake ass niggas just can’t clone me
100k on a cash out
A couple bricks in the crack house
Don’t let me pull this mask out
Heard you got it in the stash house

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Travi$ Scott – beibs in the trap (feat. NAV)

[Intro: NAV]
That coca

[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch snorting up snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gon’ leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more

[Verse 1: NAV]
I just poured a 8 in a liter
Got a white bitch sniffin’ on Bieber
Are you sure you want to party with the demons?
Bitch looking for a phone, I ain’t seen it
Told Frost bring the water, no Fiji
Free Stix, I’m poured up and I’m leanin’
I got a couple pussy niggas in their feelings
‘Cause their main bitch wanna come see me
She said she want more
Your girl is a hoe, you need to let go
She fucked all my bros, she’s snorting the snow (that coca)
Now she’s touching her toes
She got Anna Nicole all in her nose
If they kick down the door, we gon’ get locked for sure
She said she want more
Fuck it, I’mma get more

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Nightmares, high life, sleepy, night night
Flashes, spotlight, pull up, Nice Guy
Help it, please
Beast, beast it
Bite me, ride me, strike me, indict me
Snipe it, swipe it, rapper, trapper (yeah, yeah)
I’m lit like Nick, white bitch, she thick
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed
Crazy Girls got it popping, AOD got it popping
Tryna’ text my accountant
Ain’t no service in the mountains (straight up!)
Won’t you come to the bottom?
Know you heard a lot about ’em (yeah)
Heard they take that then they change like a mood ring
I watched them take that, then they change like a mood ring
Pulled out of the hood Toyota
Drove back to the hood Lambo
Crushed xans, crushed xans in my soda
Riding around the city with my eyes closed

[Hook: NAV]
I just poured a 8th in a liter
Throw some Jolly Ranchers in, make it sweeter
Versace my clothes, I’m with a white ho
And she snorting three lines like Adidas
Got a black girl rolling off molly
Got a white bitch rolling on snow
Say she want real niggas in the party
Parents gonna leave the keys to the condo
Bitch close the door, the shit on her nose (that coca)
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Bitch close the door, there’s shit on your nose
She said she want more
She said she want more
So I’mma get more
Yeah I’mma get more
Ooh