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Roll The Windows Up lyrics - Machine Gun Kelly

 Ayy, what my homie, Mike P, say?


Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up

Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar

And we can smoke this blunt

Speedin' on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime

Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)

Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive


Uh, I'm to the grave with this

I learned how to roll a joint before I shaved and shit (Haha, yeah)

In seventh grade and shit

I was smoking OG kush and lemon haze and shit

Bad as fuck, I had it tucked inside my backpack in the front

My dad had found it in a month

He kicked me out, he had enough so I got up

I'm in the kitchen, baking pizza with a crust

For a paycheck I can go and spend on hella drugs, yeah

Spaceships see me when I'm up, yeah

I been a martian with no Elon Musk, yeah

I'm in a party with the screw-ups and the sluts, yeah

I'm rolling papers bigger than elephant tusks, yeah

I'm in quarantine, but the weed man pulls up here

I got a hundred packs of backwoods

I can spend the next four months here

I spent 10K cash, I might cough up both lungs here

Filled up on gas and got high, but no stunts here

Mask on when I'm outside, drive fast, don't waste time

Ass on my face time, strap on my waistline

Gucci, Fendi, Prada belt, hold it up, no Kreayshawn

Give a fuck about these cops, put my hood on like Trayvon

All that I know is a W over my clan, I feel like Raekwon

Only time I get an L is when I be throwin' one up for the gang sign

I been a king with the bars but now I can play the guitar and the bassline

I heard them saying they doing it first, I'm doing this shit for the eighth time

I used to want a pool, now I'm waking up and I got one in the backyard

I break a lotta rules, so you know I be drivin' the whip like a NASCAR

Never went Hollywood, got a house on the hills, I still smack y'all

Never say no to the blunt, I smoke it 'til it's all the way down to the ash, y'all


Roll the windows up when I get in the car and Imma light one up

Hit the gas station, go and buy a cigar

And we can smoke this blunt

Speedin' on the Sunset Strip in the nighttime

Yeah, tryna get fucked up (Ayy)

Roll the windows up when I smoke and drive

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