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• Artiste: King Louie
• Titre: Where The Bitches At
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(Hook) Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. (Verse) With me and they’re smoking dope, Shawty got me in the glow Smoking out loud blunt, you smell like loud smoke. We’re dropping, I like all glow, That mean that we’re balling reckless on these keys everyday Stupid bands got you straight, bitches get in the hella gate. Man enough, ban enough, eat the cake, anime. Out to the dip quick, like ham’s day. Nah, you can’t touch this like Hammer in that day. Don’t play with the hella straight, gonna act like ain’t a day, Back to in decay, you learn to understand the pray. Hanging with your man to pray, fuck your bitch with no pursay She was backing on me when I dated tip on valley. (Hook) Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. (Verse) With me and they’re going loud, Hella sour, I pack, hella power What you know about a coward that your bullets come through it Maggot forty keys for it, swag devices can’t afford it. Add me up, bag it up, get this off, I’m a king I’m a boss, get off the field, roll up, scratch the niggers. Show up, stupid cuts, rolled up, party packing ring-ring Smoking like a fire drill, everybody out the track Busting like it’s 5pm, me and bitch niggers going Mix like sided grill, plus do it by the hill Work the boat, Jack and Jill, goofy’s getting attack and killed, Man up, bend up, spinning like I got a deal. (Hook) Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that. Roll up the dope, where the bitches at? Thinking that’s a joke, won’t get me that.