Hyper Crush
Hyper Crush - Thats How We Roll lyrics
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Fucking bitches at the back of the club That's how we roll Talking shit to the bouncer like WHAT That's how we roll Smacking haters with the back of my hand That's how we roll Put the DJ in a headlock and laugh That's how we roll Fontaine ain't backing down You lames better ask around Yeah I look like Zack Morris And I got them [?] Glasses Man, you categoric Plastic I'm a macasarus Brick phone, you ain't major Kid, going like two way pagers Haters need to stop Nobody wants to read your blog Kareem Abdul Jabbar on my feet Kobe Bryant on my jersey I ain't got no Aston Martin, girl But I got that Magic Johnson But I got thatthat Magic Johnson All these fellas buy me drinks on the spot That's how we roll All these bitches tryna to see if I'm hot That's how we roll Trying to talk to me, hope you like Mace That's how we roll It's Hyper Crush and we ain't fucking with lengths Walking in like Christopher Everyone look so I flipped the bird Sure Why not I like to fight Tryna show you what life is like Fontaine's an idiot Always on beat like a city cop Watch me tear it up Every club in America Is that your chick? I probably boned her No club, no isotoners Party like my life's over Never catch me nice and sober Biters, eat my shorts We got new shit you ain't seen before Lasers and fog I'm like damn why you gotta jock the lights? This is hyper crush right here That's how we roll Mixtape Volume II We roll like this