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Patrollin' (feat. Young Ber) Video (MV)






IY Fresh & IY Rezai - Patrollin' (feat. Young Ber) Lyrics




Wow
Never seen anybody kill shit like we do
Ain't no f*ckery, they call me the truth
We be blazin too smoke up in the booth
We the future, yea we gon' break through
Wow wow
Who the cat with the flows
Posted up wiht his bros
Breaking down an ounce of dope?
Wow, 4
Hunrdred bills in my pocket
Al Capone come and cop it
Al Capone come and cop it

Ja jeg er fuldstændig Young Ber
Jeg er fuldstændig gangster
Young Ber ligger planer
F*ck, jeg tager så mange baner
Min hjerne har det som en f*cking rutsjebane
Yeah, jeg kan mærke MDMA'en i min f*cking gane, yeah

Move, move
Move straight to the side
Slide a brick cut the price
Check the debit numbers, high
Legal money, that's a lie
Blue bills, that's my type
Bite ears like Mike Tys'
Foreign bitch like Donald's wife
Boss playa, not Magic Mike
Ballin' on you like I'm Mike
Crossing over like I'm Westbrook
Knock you out with a left hook
Lethal weapons in my textbook
Wow wow
Going out of control
But I'll never be on parole
On my momma imma grind and till the day I fall of
Yeah, wow
Till the day i fall off

Never seen anybody kill shit like we do
Ain't no f*ckery, they call me the truth
We be blazin too smoke up in the booth
We the future, yea we gon' break through
Wow wow
Who the cat with the flows
Posted up wiht his bros
Breaking down an ounce of dope?
Wow, 4
Hunrdred bills in my pocket
Al Capone come and cop it
Al Capone come and cop it

Wow, sag my pants
Cause my flow too tight
Inhale the green, so I can take off and fly
Pop some beans, man I'm higher than a kite
Yeah, I'm higher than a kite
Not afraid to catch a case
Grindin' in this rap game
Man, I'll see you down the way
With my team, posted up
Stay around the block
Get the bills up
So I can flood the ice with rocks
Trynna get rich, so I can flood bills on your bitch
8740 team ain't got no f*ckin' snitch
Yeah I said
No f*ckin' snitches
And I only f*ck bad bitches
Always chasin' bags, chasin' riches

Oh, chasin' bags chasin' riches
F*ck it up
Weed and Henny, my formula
F*ck being popular
I know it's clear, I'm the underdog
But I'm fast like I'm Bolt ya
Trans-f*cking-former
Getting rich like Maradona
Weed split I'm a stoner
Weed split I'm
Rolling pass
Mic killer
I'm spitting facts
Spitting fast
In my dungeon writin' raps
Feel like Andre three stacks
In the zone, I'm getting ass
In the studio, f*ck class
No 9 to 5, I'm living fast
Feel like flash chasing bags
Yeah, really mean all this shit
Mugface face like Ice Cube, I be mean with the shits
Menace to society, I'm not agreeing with their shit
Nah, f*ck
I'm not agreeing with their shit
I'm not agreeing with the shit
I'm not agreeing with your shit
I be up in this bitch
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Wow
Never seen anybody kill shit like we do
Ain't no f*ckery, they call me the truth
We be blazin too smoke up in the booth
We the future, yea we gon' break through
Wow wow
Who the cat with the flows
Posted up wiht his bros
Breaking down an ounce of dope?
Wow, 4
Hunrdred bills in my pocket
Al Capone come and cop it
Al Capone come and cop it

Ja jeg er fuldstændig Young Ber
Jeg er fuldstændig gangster
Young Ber ligger planer
F*ck, jeg tager så mange baner
Min hjerne har det som en f*cking rutsjebane
Yeah, jeg kan mærke MDMA'en i min f*cking gane, yeah

Move, move
Move straight to the side
Slide a brick cut the price
Check the debit numbers, high
Legal money, that's a lie
Blue bills, that's my type
Bite ears like Mike Tys'
Foreign bitch like Donald's wife
Boss playa, not Magic Mike
Ballin' on you like I'm Mike
Crossing over like I'm Westbrook
Knock you out with a left hook
Lethal weapons in my textbook
Wow wow
Going out of control
But I'll never be on parole
On my momma imma grind and till the day I fall of
Yeah, wow
Till the day i fall off

Never seen anybody kill shit like we do
Ain't no f*ckery, they call me the truth
We be blazin too smoke up in the booth
We the future, yea we gon' break through
Wow wow
Who the cat with the flows
Posted up wiht his bros
Breaking down an ounce of dope?
Wow, 4
Hunrdred bills in my pocket
Al Capone come and cop it
Al Capone come and cop it

Wow, sag my pants
Cause my flow too tight
Inhale the green, so I can take off and fly
Pop some beans, man I'm higher than a kite
Yeah, I'm higher than a kite
Not afraid to catch a case
Grindin' in this rap game
Man, I'll see you down the way
With my team, posted up
Stay around the block
Get the bills up
So I can flood the ice with rocks
Trynna get rich, so I can flood bills on your bitch
8740 team ain't got no f*ckin' snitch
Yeah I said
No f*ckin' snitches
And I only f*ck bad bitches
Always chasin' bags, chasin' riches

Oh, chasin' bags chasin' riches
F*ck it up
Weed and Henny, my formula
F*ck being popular
I know it's clear, I'm the underdog
But I'm fast like I'm Bolt ya
Trans-f*cking-former
Getting rich like Maradona
Weed split I'm a stoner
Weed split I'm
Rolling pass
Mic killer
I'm spitting facts
Spitting fast
In my dungeon writin' raps
Feel like Andre three stacks
In the zone, I'm getting ass
In the studio, f*ck class
No 9 to 5, I'm living fast
Feel like flash chasing bags
Yeah, really mean all this shit
Mugface face like Ice Cube, I be mean with the shits
Menace to society, I'm not agreeing with their shit
Nah, f*ck
I'm not agreeing with their shit
I'm not agreeing with the shit
I'm not agreeing with your shit
I be up in this bitch
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Writer: Mikkel Frisk, Nima Rezai
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