Yes, yes, yes, uh!
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Balla shit, nigga
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timer shit nigga
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(Regime shit baby)
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flossy shit, boi!
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(Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot)
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Rolex Rulez
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Check it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an Baggets an shit.
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Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too nigga
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uh.
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Verse 1
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I started off wit heata shit
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carry a nine millameter shit
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Rolex on my wrist
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never fuckin wit Geneve shit
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(playboy whats Geneve shit?)
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somethin like 20 g's cheaper shit
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tryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shit
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look juss like a Rollie, but it really ain't Rollie
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what the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake Rollie
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I never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make Rollie
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the Motra fake Rollie's, yo time an date gone break Rollie
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the type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take Rollie
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go out on a date, start makin bitches hate Rollie
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now pump yo brakes homie
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only the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distant
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Rolex wear outside
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"Stayin Alive" like Wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shut
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wise steps, hands carrassin my tech
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Rolex under my sleve nigga
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to each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quicka
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I read niggas
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look in my eyes an die slowly
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meet my four-five
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niggas done died fo a Rollie
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I leave yo chest over yo family outside lonely
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they died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homie
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my four-five told me, that shit that crucify homies
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if I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo me
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die fo me
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eye fo an eye homie
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that's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my Rollie nigga
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Rolex Rulez.
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Chorus *(Phats Bossalini)* 2x
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Well an nigga wit the Rolex on
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you best believe he packin Stretch Armstrong
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some kinda gat or thang on him
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hit you bullet rain storms
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when you got the Rolex watch, piece an chain on
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listen.
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Verse 2
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To all my real playas
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throw yo Rollie's in the sky
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wave 'em side to side
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then keep yo four-five caulked to ride
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so many mutha fuckas done died
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tryin to steal a Rolex watch
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especially tryin to steal mines
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I remember the day I bought my first watch
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the turfs hot
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slangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stop
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raise niggas off the block who turf hop
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juss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the first
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spot
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I'm wet
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cash the check, grab the tech an jet
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10 G's in my pocket headed straight to Spence
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I want my shit all baggets
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but it cost too much
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had to fuck wit somethin less
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ain't tryin to floss too much
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a straight gold Presidential
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no diamonds down the wrist
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Princess cabezel
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you know
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that's small timer shit
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but fuck that!
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I got the Rolex, chain an ring that match
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stack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit back
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exchange? Yes!
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Give up the chain an gain a Rolex
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drop some G's
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it's juss like property so invest
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an if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stress
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pawn yo shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla less
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that's big timer shit
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white colla shit, so I jet
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I see some niggas casin the set
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hangin out by my Lex
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I grab the mutha fuckin Tech 9
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the first time, I get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whine
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Rolex Rulez!
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*(chorus)* 2x
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Uh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh.
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Smoke-A-Lot up in this bitch.
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Regime shit, uh.
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Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve.
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Haha. Cuz niggas tryin to get us.
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But I keep big heats, nigga. Uh.
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How many holes you want in yo ass?
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BLOW-BLOW!
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1, 2, or 3? Nigga what?
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BLOW-BLOW!
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Back the fuck up nigga. We do our thang, Rolex Rulez.
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I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potna
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or you will get flatlined.
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Done deal.
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Rolex Rulez
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