Lyrics Marshmello – Roll The Dice
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Marshmello:
(Mello made it right)
Yhung T.O.:
Catch him out and we gon’ drop the nigga
Once you hit the top, these bitches want to top a nigga
And if I ever go back broke, then I’ma rob a nigga
You want to gamble with your life, roll the dice then
I bet I mac it, with this glizzy, with my right hand
If we ain’t walking through the back, then we won’t go in
‘Cause if there’s problems, we gon’ bring the Smith, the pole in
Slimmy B:
You’re a broke bitch, I’m too rude
Came a long way from rocking with that deuce, deuce
Mathed out, I don’t pout, he don’t know who, who
Fucking with those fakers, hollows hitting you too
Bitch nigga, bitches these no soo whoop
Nigga come in real, but that really don’t fool
You can’t catch me slipping, no nigga, I’m too cool
You bet a hundred with that top, bitch nigga I’m too true
R.I.P. dead, took my nigga too soon (Too soon)
R.I.P. Tooly, took my nigga too soon (Too soon)
This dick ain’t for free, no bitch, I fooled you
Hop up off that Cudi, hop up in the New School
Blew off in a Hellcat, bitch vroom vroom (Vroom vroom)
Brand new Glock, quit looking like two brooms (Two brooms)
What is ice to a broke bitch, I’m too cool (Too cool)
And if you fucking with them suckers, we don’t fuck with you too (Bitch nigga)
Yhung T.O.:
Catch him out and we gon’ drop the nigga
Once you hit the top, these bitches want to top a nigga
And if I ever go back broke, then I’ma rob a nigga
You want to gamble with your life, roll the dice then
I bet I mac it, with this glizzy, with my right hand
If we ain’t walking through the back, then we won’t go in
‘Cause if there’s problems, we gon’ bring the Smith, the pole in
DaBoii:
S.O.B. bitch
Even when I’m to the neck, 30 deep bitch
It’s a lot of shit I won’t, I won’t leave shit
And they don’t need to come up court, they all defense
You see us all and we beefing, nigga play that
And them shooters gon’ turn on you, if they ain’t fed
They comfortable with being broke, ’cause they hate bread
And she gon’ get it, four hours, I’m on straight meds
Me and all my niggas be on dumb shit
Worry about no fuck nigga, or no dumb bitch
You don’t know me bitch nigga, fuck your assumptions
And it’s us against the world, fuck who you run with
What’s the point of buying all that ice, if it’s tucked in
I could get it for the low, nigga, ’cause I’m plugged in
Bitch controlling how you move, you niggas be puppets
Can’t complain about my life, ’cause this what it come with
Bitch
Yhung T.O.:
Catch him out and we gon’ drop the nigga
Got some killers, got some demons, got some shawties with us
Once you hit the top, these bitches want to top a nigga
And if I ever go back broke, then I’ma rob a nigga
You want to gamble with your life, roll the dice then
I bet I mac it, with this glizzy, with my right hand
If we ain’t walking through the back, then we won’t go in
‘Cause if there’s problems, we gon’ bring the Smith, the pole in
