Young Chris - Rolling Stone lyrics

Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peep, n***a Gunna season, n***a They say they never call, like gunning, you never home A diamond up in the rough like papa of Rolling Stone I got me some rolling papers, I take a shot of Patron Tell J easy, I'm coming, let's take a shot at the throne I handle like Carry Irving won't take me out of my zone I'm dancing like'I'm breaking out of the dome Frustration when it occur, I take it out on a song Take time away from my daughter to settle the d** Damn, it's getting darker tryna dodge an early craving Tryna survive where I reside, getting higher, early stages Still he fly, hitting the women' n***a, we faded, n***a, we faded Trigga soldier, n***a, we made it, n***a, we made it Taking over, back and travel over the world sponsored links All for daddy's little girl, set her off for when she grow So when I go, just let it blow