Dusty Locane - ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN, Pt. 2 (PICTURE ME) lyrics

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Dusty Locane - ROLLIN N CONTROLLIN, Pt. 2 (PICTURE ME) lyrics

[Intro] Look, listen (I got Hitman on the beat) Yeah, this that nina fever get you repeater, haha, ha Look (Look), look (look) [Chorus] Don Dusty controllin' (Controllin') Picture me rollin' And my wrist is frozen (Frozen) Carti' my body, I'm chosen (Chosen) Now I got her wide open (Wide open) She off the Perky, she rollin' (She wildin') And she ride for the gang (Gang) She know that I'm rollin' (She know it) [Verse 1] Pledge my allegiance to the five (To the fever) All my ni**as down to ride Play with mines, you know we up the .9 Yeah we into murder, homicide All my ni**as really built for war You take one of mine, we take five of yours (That's a fact) And we come in knockin' at your door Kickin' it down, send you to the lord [Chorus] Don Dusty controllin' (Controllin') Picture me rollin' And my wrist is frozen (Frozen) Carti' my body, I'm chosen (Chosen) Now I got her wide open (Wide open) She off the Perky, she rollin' (She wildin') And she ride for the gang (Gang) She know that I'm rollin' (She know it) [Verse 2] Now we back on the fever (That's the HQ) Gotta walk with my nina (With my nina) Know I can't give her up, gotta keep her (Gotta keep her) Say she love me, I do not believe her (Holy sh*t) At the end of the day, she a treesha (She a treesha) Cold world, keep a heater (Keep a heater) If she want the pipe, I'ma feed her Cold world, keep a heater (Keep a heater) [Chorus] Don Dusty controllin' (Controllin') Picture me rollin' And my wrist is frozen (Frozen) Carti' my body, I'm chosen (Chosen) Now I got her wide open (Wide open) She off the Perky, she rollin' (She wildin') And she ride for the gang (Gang) She know that I'm rollin' (She know it) [Verse 3] Check my temperature, always nine-five degrees Walkin' with the cannon that's on me Turn him into a duppy, lay deceased No, I can't wait 'til we meet (Baow, baow) Load up the G, ride, been on plenty drills, know how we slide I might hit a ni**a on a glide Talkin' like you tough, then you gotta die [Chorus] Don Dusty controllin' (Controllin') Picture me rollin' And my wrist is frozen (Frozen) Carti' my body, I'm chosen (Chosen) Now I got her wide open (Wide open) She off the Perky, she rollin' (She wildin') And she ride for the gang (Gang) She know that I'm rollin' (She know it)