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ROLLING DEEP (BOLD MOVE)


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Got me feeling lonely baby
Yeah, I be rolling deep

Yeah, I be rolling deep

Got me feeling lonely baby
Yeah, I be rolling deep

Yeah, I be rolling deep

Yeah, I be rolling deep, yeah (it’s Young Mars, baby)
Baby, don’t you worry ‘bout me

Don’t you worry ‘bout me

Don’t you worry ‘bout me
Baby, don’t you worry, nah

Yeah, I been feeling lonely without you, yeah

But you don’t need to worry about me, I’m just worried ‘bout you
‘Cuz you been rolling deep with the wrong crowd

You been rolling deep with the wrong crowd

You been rolling deep with the wrong crowd

You been rolling deep with the wrong crowd

Baby, you be going out, late nights

Yeah, I can’t really stop you, I go fight you

I don’t really wanna fight you, I want you

To be in my bed when I wake up in the fuckin’ morning

(Yeah, it’s Young Mars Baby)

Got me feeling lonely baby

Yeah, I be rolling deep

Yeah, I be rolling deep

Got me feeling lonely baby

Yeah, I be rolling deep

Yeah, I be rolling deep

Yeah, I be rolling deep, yeah

I ain’t gotta tell y’all motherfuckers shit

Yuh! You know what it is

4L, yeah!

Mars Boomin, AP!

Certified shit, yeah, murder, fire, shit, yeah!

Certified shit, yeah, murder, fire, shit, aye!

Certified shit, aye, murder, fire, shit, yeah!

Got so many motherfucking squads, man, I’m rich, like

Boutta fuck this cash up on some new toys

Boutta fuck this cash up on some new toys

I’m boutta fuck this cash up on some new toys

Poking ‘round when the police come to roll us

Now, your homies, yeah, you really can’t control us!

Homie, get a little cheaper, you can win

Then homie, get my fuckin’ bottle and my Benz, aye

I’m tryna be at the top, ever since, aye

I broke a heart, make it really make sense, aye

Fuck this cash up, topic of defense, aye

She takin’ shots at me, gotta have my rent ate

Now, I’ve been geeked up sipping ever since, aye

Certified shit, yeah, murder, fire, shit, yeah!

Certified shit, yeah, murder, fire, shit, aye!

Certified shit, aye, murder, fire, shit, yeah!

Got so many motherfucking squads, man, I’m rich, like

Now, that’s a bold move!

It’s Young Mars, baby!