TTD ft. Len Lyrics

You want to roll, you best be ten toes down

They cannot roll, because your friends are clowns

I want to smoke, biscotti in my mouth

Who do you call for when this shit goes south?

You want to roll, you best be ten toes down

I need it, I choose you

You feel it? It's mutual

I see it, it's sexual

I eat it, it's mental

Ain't good for my soul, you know I had to do something

Baby girl don't worry, you ain't got to prove nothing

The bean same colour as my money baby

I got this freak on her knees, she said she wants a baby

A GLE AMG, it's a mercedes baby

I got what you need, you got what I want

Book me for a show, you got to pay me upfront

Number one

I'm the one who did it, you're just my son

Another one

Bill another rocket cos I'm not done

The race ain't done

The race ain't won

Your fate ain't come

The fake won't win

You want to roll, you best be ten toes down

They cannot roll, because your friends are clowns

I want to smoke, biscotti in my mouth

Who do you call for when this shit goes south?

You want to roll, you best be ten toes down

I need it, I choose you

You feel it? It's mutual

I see it, it's sexual

I eat it, it's mental

Ain't good for my soul, you know I had to do something

Baby girl don't worry, you ain't got to prove nothing