Lucky Daye - Roll Some Mo Lyrics
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Roll Some Mo
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What Are The Lyrics For Roll Some Mo By Lucky Daye?
We don't know what we're made of
The same thing we're afraid of might improve us Stay up all night, just lay up And use half of this pay stub to make moves with Or all of it, of course When it ain't no room in Paris We could still fly high then crash here Just make sure you pass it No, you can't imagine Ooh, it's automatic The life we live is lavish We don't have to be here if we stay We don't have to leave if we go Roll some mo' And we ain't too high if we see eye to eye Know you feel the rush from a simple touch Baby, roll some mo' Twistin', kissin', lifted off of your vision Got me on my knees, you're my religion Speakin' tongues all on your body, no one's listenin' Tap out on you, that's a submission, know you give in? Can't let no time go wasted This moment, can't replace it Sittin' around so lazy Comfortably, we'll fade away And it ain't no room in Paris We could still fly high then crash here Just make sure you pass it No, you can't imagine Ooh, it's automatic The life we live is lavish We don't have to be here if we stay We don't have to leave if we go Roll some mo' And we ain't too high if we see eye to eye Know you feel the rush from a simple touch Baby, roll some mo' |
Who Wrote Roll Some Mo By Lucky Daye?
David Brown, Dernst Emile Ii, Peter Lee Johnson
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What's The Duration Of The Roll Some Mo By Lucky Daye?The duration of Roll Some Mo is 4:52 minutes and seconds. |
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