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Yes, yes, yes, uh!Balla shit, niggaTimer shit nigga(regime shit baby)Flossy shit, boi!(smoke-a-lot, smoke-a-lot)Rolex rulezCheck it, we rock big jew-els an shit, big karats an baggets an shit.Mutha fuckas be starrin, niggas packin big thangs too niggaUh.Verse 1I started off wit heata shitCarry a nine millameter shitRolex on my wristNever fuckin wit geneve shit(playboy what's geneve shit? )Somethin like 20 g's cheaper shitTryin to pawn this shit, but the jewelry store tell you to keep the shitLook juss like a rollie, but it really ain't rollieWhat the fuck you think homie, you walkin around wit fake rollieI never knew that swap meets a-wraps could make rollieThe motra fake rollie's, yo time an date gone break rollieThe type of shit a theif wont even attempt to take rollieGo out on a date, start makin bitches hate rollieNow pump yo brakes homieOnly the ballin qualified can rock the platinum, oyster, in distantRolex wear outsideStayin alive like wyclef, gettin high until my eyes shutWise steps, hands carrassin my techRolex under my sleve niggaTo each nigga playa hatin, I make you mutha fuckas bleed quickaI read niggasLook in my eyes an die slowlyMeet my four-fiveNiggas done died fo a rollieI leave yo chest over yo family outside lonelyThey died on the stretch an take an ambulance ride homieMy four-five told me, that shit that crucify homiesIf I didn't, got so many down niggas ready to ride fo meDie fo meEye fo an eye homieThat's what you get for tryin to rob me fo my rollie niggaRolex rulez.Chorus *(phats bossalini)* 2xWell an nigga wit the rolex onYou best believe he packin stretch armstrongSome kinda gat or thang on himHit you bullet rain stormsWhen you got the rolex watch,
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piece an chain onListen.Verse 2To all my real playasThrow yo rollie's in the skyWave 'em side to sideThen keep yo four-five caulked to rideSo many mutha fuckas done diedTryin to steal a rolex watchEspecially tryin to steal minesI remember the day I bought my first watchThe turfs hotSlangin them birdies, that chirpin juss don't stopRaise niggas off the block who turf hopJuss got my first 5 in the world to check in the jewlery store the firstSpotI'm wetCash the check, grab the tech an jet10 g's in my pocket headed straight to spenceI want my shit all baggetsBut it cost too muchHad to fuck wit somethin lessAin't tryin to floss too muchA straight gold presidentialNo diamonds down the wristPrincess cabezelYou knowThat's small timer shitBut fuck that!I got the rolex, chain an ring that matchStack my scratch, until I got enough green to bring shit backExchange? yes!Give up the chain an gain a rolexDrop some g'sIt's juss like property so investAn if you ever go broke, don't feel depressed under stressPawn yo shit, I give you what you paid an not a dolla lessThat's big timer shitWhite colla shit, so I jetI see some niggas casin the setHangin out by my lexI grab the mutha fuckin tech 9The first time, I get to hear that mutha fucka scream an whineRolex rulez!*(chorus)* 2xUh, to all my real playas, nigga, uh.Smoke-a-lot up in this bitch.Regime shit, uh.Sometimes you gotta floss, sometimes keep that shit up under yo sleve.Haha. cuz niggas tryin to get us.But I keep big heats, nigga. uh.How many holes you want in yo ass? Blow-blow!1, 2, or 3? nigga what? Blow-blow!Back the fuck up nigga. we do our thang, rolex rulez.I sugguest you pack a gat too, my ballin ass potnaOr you will get flatlined.Done deal.

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