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MIST - Rollin' Lyrics



MIST - Rollin' Lyrics
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[ Featuring Burna Boy ]

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
The very first day of summer
Summer, summer, summer, summer
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (p-p-pull up dat one deh)
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

I'm like woah
Na, na-na, na, na-na (na, na)
She wan' whine on a boss (she wan' whine)
Why can't I spark in the dance? (Why can't I?)
Champagne, not wine, that's classy (that's classy)
Na, na-na, na, na-na (na, na)
We don't have to go to the bar (no, we don't)
Smoke, but I don't smoke in my car
Done two-hundred on the Autobahn, like "vroom!"
Came a long way from the slums
Straight outta Birmingham
Glass full of rum, gyal wan' share pum-pum
It's for the lads, I don't really want none (bap, bap, bap)
Rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Whole of the gangdem patrollin' (woah)
I'm in the dance with my coat in (woo)
I ain't dance, but I just had a, now I'm floatin' (ah)

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (pull up dat one deh) (ah)
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies (woah)
Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (oh)
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

Under di sea
All this drip 'pon mi neck
Mek mi feel like I'm under the sea
Respect and believe
I'm tryna ride bareback
If I see say di pum-pum clean
'Cause I'm a freak
I'll mek your girl go wild
If I show her my new technique
Look, pum-pum leak
I'm in a different league
I'll make it sound like a beat when man a
Beat the pum like a drum
Guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum
In the room, no clothes, only shoes, Jimmy Choo's
Gimme pum-pum
Four gyal ah there minimum (bap, bap bap)
Rollin' (rollin') , rollin' (rollin')
Big money stacks I'm holdin'
Gelato 41 I'm rollin' (rollin')
Only the facts I told them

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (pull up dat one deh) (woah)
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (oh)
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

(FRED Again)
(Toddla T Producki)
Rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Whole of the gangdem patrollin'
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English

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
The very first day of summer
Summer, summer, summer, summer
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (p-p-pull up dat one deh)
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

I'm like woah
Na, na-na, na, na-na (na, na)
She wan' whine on a boss (she wan' whine)
Why can't I spark in the dance? (Why can't I?)
Champagne, not wine, that's classy (that's classy)
Na, na-na, na, na-na (na, na)
We don't have to go to the bar (no, we don't)
Smoke, but I don't smoke in my car
Done two-hundred on the Autobahn, like "vroom!"
Came a long way from the slums
Straight outta Birmingham
Glass full of rum, gyal wan' share pum-pum
It's for the lads, I don't really want none (bap, bap, bap)
Rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Whole of the gangdem patrollin' (woah)
I'm in the dance with my coat in (woo)
I ain't dance, but I just had a, now I'm floatin' (ah)

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (pull up dat one deh) (ah)
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies (woah)
Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (oh)
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

Under di sea
All this drip 'pon mi neck
Mek mi feel like I'm under the sea
Respect and believe
I'm tryna ride bareback
If I see say di pum-pum clean
'Cause I'm a freak
I'll mek your girl go wild
If I show her my new technique
Look, pum-pum leak
I'm in a different league
I'll make it sound like a beat when man a
Beat the pum like a drum
Guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum, guddu-gum
In the room, no clothes, only shoes, Jimmy Choo's
Gimme pum-pum
Four gyal ah there minimum (bap, bap bap)
Rollin' (rollin') , rollin' (rollin')
Big money stacks I'm holdin'
Gelato 41 I'm rollin' (rollin')
Only the facts I told them

Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (pull up dat one deh) (woah)
Schemin' on you and your homies
Homies, homies, homies, homies
Me and my people be rollin'
Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' (oh)
All chromed out in a Hummer, babe
Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe, Hummer babe

(FRED Again)
(Toddla T Producki)
Rollin' (rollin'), rollin' (rollin')
Whole of the gangdem patrollin'
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Writer: Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Damini Ebunoluwa Ogulu
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Missing Link Music, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: MIST
Featuring: Burna Boy
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Rhys Thomas Sylvester, Damini Ebunoluwa Ogulu

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