Roll Up Re-Up (feat. AKA & Wizkid)

EMTee

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    [Wizkid]
    Don't fuck around, I got my pistol on me
    So much money, I got money on it
    I let my mama hold a hundred thousand
    I let my sister hold two hundred thou
    Krapa, fasa, baba let's
    Private jets in my Jays
    Ka phona uber ya I'm late
    Ya bana manje se ba late

    Rasta, roll up the weed one time
    Give me that cheese one time
    I wanna feel cool one time
    Give me that tree one time
    Fuck that bitch one time

    I pray, love come my way
    She knows she loves my way
    My love for money got me working on a Saturday
    My love for money got me grinding on a Sunday
    I know you love my way
    I pray, love comes my way
    My love for money got me working on a Saturday
    My love for money got me grinding on a Sunday

    [Emtee]
    If she tripping leave that bitch alone
    That's why you never catch a nigga sober
    Hotboxin' til the spliff is over
    I'm never scared, got no pistol on me
    Krapa, fasa, baba let's start rolling up the jets

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    No matter what I know they see us
    I see they hating that's cause we up
    Stop talking like a G, yo
    This is no remix, this the re-up
    Azishe one time, s'phile one time
    Akufiwe one time, siz'wise one time
    Sin'bise one time, nani n'fike one time
    Roll up one time, then we smoke some one time
    I'm on the scene clever ungazong' tshela
    I got Wiz, I got Supa Mega
    Do it if you think you better
    Ngizokushaya nge s'cima if you think you clever

    If she tripping leave that bitch alone
    That's why you never catch a nigga sober
    Hotboxin' til the spliff is over
    I'm never scared, got no pistol on me
    Krapa, fasa, baba let's start rolling up the jets

    [AKA]
    I'm catching flights while niggas catch emotions
    These flashing lights will make you lose your focus
    That's that reason I'm so antisocial
    Season after season, cheese at my disposal
    A week in Mozambique to catch my breath
    Smoke a lot of dank, brush up on my Portuguese
    Yeah the crown heavy on my head
    It's a lot of pressure
    Clouds of the Mary Jane help me get perspective
    Higher grade, dumb it down
    Blowing pounds, ganja clouds
    Way way out in London town, nearly missed my baby ultrasound
    We been through this shit before
    Niggas talking greasy on the TV, that's that cooking oil
    Trouble's what you looking for
    When the fam' come through, all we ever do is flex
    Tryna make handsome loot, shoutout my Sandton crew
    Emtee we in this sitch'
    Feel like it's time to roll another jet
    Yeah, yeah watch me suffer from success

    [Emtee]
    If she tripping leave that bitch alone
    That's why you never catch a nigga sober
    Hotboxin' til the spliff is over
    I'm never scared, got no pistol on me
    Krapa, fasa, baba let's start rolling up the jets

    There they go talking like they know
    Me and you is not the same bro
    I'm getting in cause I prayed yo
    They dancing, but who is to blame though? (Me)

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