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Spray Rollas Video (MV)




Performed By: Dnola4
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Donnie Gilder




Dnola4 - Spray Rollas Lyrics




Back in JJC, I was talking through the ventilation bullets ripping through his body, call it penetration
Show my lil brothers how to slide, that's a demonstration
Me and gang catch bodies for each other, that's reciprocation
Seen Ling ling with two foe, I damn near stripped a Asian

When I smoke that, dead man, it got me feeling blasian
Everytime im eating crip legs, I want my shit Cajun
The rollers hop behind this load lil bitch I'm speed racing
Hella niggas in this party got me mean facin

I might tell her that I love her just to get payment
The opps ain't even see it coming, got my bitch spraying
Ar , fold up in my pants like it's switchblading
Baby chop fold up in my pants like it's switchblade

Told cuz I cannot send the verse unless I get paid
I don't even feel like myself when I don't got pape
I'm walking with a lil limp cuz I got Drake
Lil bitch scarfing up the dick but it is not steak

He slid through, I beat that load up, now he don't got brakes
Ill send a bitch way overseas like a sweepstakes
My lil bro like an alphabet because he keep K
I'm a young nigga but I'm the one they call sensei

Why you tripping off that bitch, she should've been paid
Hella stingy, no bitch, you cannot tap this mini-maid
Lil bitch, I can't take you serious unless you run in pape
All that shit was false but all them niggas gon' run hate

I'm on three drugs, tryna see if I can tolerate
He tryna spin but I'm on ten and let the yappa spray
Succa got smoked a year ago, now this a holiday
Drinking St. Remy, lil bitch but I'm St. Nola

Let me have no way out, I'ma spray rollers
Just put that green in my box like a Crayola
I hit it from the back, I'm pulling tracks, make her say Nola
I hit it from the back, I'm pulling wigs, make her say team

Run up on a nigga, rah, I make him say cheese
Banged a crip nigga cuz my homie banging big B's
It's a skit, I'm to the neck, nigga, me and me
It's a skit, I'm to the neck, nigga, bouncing out

They think I'm walking with some hoes, bitch, cuz my ratchet out
Ayy, this bitches just said some sucka shit I'm finna pack her out
Yo, homie, all up in this wood, that's what you mad about
Close, don't get fed, you better have a mouth

This nigga ran OT, I gotta track him down
Pulled a skit with Baby yop cuz it got bigger rounds
Niggas thought the funk died down but I'ma blick him down
Thanks for watching
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Back in JJC, I was talking through the ventilation bullets ripping through his body, call it penetration
Show my lil brothers how to slide, that's a demonstration
Me and gang catch bodies for each other, that's reciprocation
Seen Ling ling with two foe, I damn near stripped a Asian

When I smoke that, dead man, it got me feeling blasian
Everytime im eating crip legs, I want my shit Cajun
The rollers hop behind this load lil bitch I'm speed racing
Hella niggas in this party got me mean facin

I might tell her that I love her just to get payment
The opps ain't even see it coming, got my bitch spraying
Ar , fold up in my pants like it's switchblading
Baby chop fold up in my pants like it's switchblade

Told cuz I cannot send the verse unless I get paid
I don't even feel like myself when I don't got pape
I'm walking with a lil limp cuz I got Drake
Lil bitch scarfing up the dick but it is not steak

He slid through, I beat that load up, now he don't got brakes
Ill send a bitch way overseas like a sweepstakes
My lil bro like an alphabet because he keep K
I'm a young nigga but I'm the one they call sensei

Why you tripping off that bitch, she should've been paid
Hella stingy, no bitch, you cannot tap this mini-maid
Lil bitch, I can't take you serious unless you run in pape
All that shit was false but all them niggas gon' run hate

I'm on three drugs, tryna see if I can tolerate
He tryna spin but I'm on ten and let the yappa spray
Succa got smoked a year ago, now this a holiday
Drinking St. Remy, lil bitch but I'm St. Nola

Let me have no way out, I'ma spray rollers
Just put that green in my box like a Crayola
I hit it from the back, I'm pulling tracks, make her say Nola
I hit it from the back, I'm pulling wigs, make her say team

Run up on a nigga, rah, I make him say cheese
Banged a crip nigga cuz my homie banging big B's
It's a skit, I'm to the neck, nigga, me and me
It's a skit, I'm to the neck, nigga, bouncing out

They think I'm walking with some hoes, bitch, cuz my ratchet out
Ayy, this bitches just said some sucka shit I'm finna pack her out
Yo, homie, all up in this wood, that's what you mad about
Close, don't get fed, you better have a mouth

This nigga ran OT, I gotta track him down
Pulled a skit with Baby yop cuz it got bigger rounds
Niggas thought the funk died down but I'ma blick him down
Thanks for watching
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Writer: Donnie Gilder
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