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Um...[Hook: Wolf Haley]Cut it sharp, break it downCouple pounds, roll it upAdd heat, kiss the endLet the colored vapors inPass it round, counter-clockLet her show her titties, stopCops rolling past, rolling papers in the passengerThen swag it out, ounces and the bags is outBitches and they asses out, money-countin cotton mouthYeah, we rollin papers over here, niggaYeah, we rollin papers over here, niggaMy swagger's straight through the roof, bitchMy huarache kicks and Bape tees, I really do thisSnappin necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shitSmokin joints with mixed breed bitches, right where the pool isI never press, just relax, don't start choosinTake a note ____ you fucking studentsLeft my main chick now the new bitches I'm scoopinStacey Dash type, I'm cheatin and they cluelessI'm from the Gang or the pack or the litterBetter guard your daughter or your mother or your sisterChances are she is an avid O.F. listenerLetras de cancionesAnd when we exit she will proceed to exit with usTo the Homestead Suites to drink liquorParty all night, it's her dream to be with usShe'll tae kwon do anything that we mentionedJust because she know that we the Wolf Gang niggas [Hook](I kept a g?), kept the good weed fired upIt's been a good year record labels wanna hire usBut O.F. just chillin, let the fuckers admire usMy shit's so Swift, I could gay Miley Cyrus upBut if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon happenIce water cold, I'm the coldest nigga rappinY'all was cool in high school, what the fuck happened?Still low like Laurel parking ticket is, I'm dashinAre they gon pay us? And will they make it rain? Yup.Ignorant as fuck but I swear I won't change upThat's a bad call, bitches catch fastballsSmack em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call[Hook] From Letras Mania