Paroles Roll in peace, Cover Up par Primrose Ripper

Ayy, everything be like, off the top these days like
(We got London on the track!)
These days, I don't even know what a pad is these days, ya know?
F**k that hoe 'cause she a nat nat

You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got sh*t I need, b*t*h
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed b*t*h
Maybe I'm out your league, b*t*h
You ain't even got no cheese, b*t*h
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, b*t*h

I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (F**k)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You said that you gon' ride for me

Baby, that's blasphemy, yeah
Baby, you're bad for me, yeah
Say you gon' clap for me, yeah
Say you gon' blast for me, yeah
Why you ain't show me none of the love you say you have for me? Yeah
I was goin' through tragedy
B*t*h, I needed you drastically, yeah
I'ma just switch my flow up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no throw up, yeah
Maybe I'm sick, no check up, yeah
Boy, you need to run your check up, yeah
I'm eatin' on you n***as, no ketchup, yeah
I'm eatin' on you n***as, can't catch up, ayy
Hit her face down with her a** up, ayy
Even when I'm f**king, I'm masked up, ayy

You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got sh*t I need, b*t*h
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed b*t*h
Maybe I'm out your league, b*t*h
You ain't even got no cheese, b*t*h
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, b*t*h

I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (F**k)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
And you say that you gon' ride with me

I ain't gon' do the n***a sh*t, 'cause I'm too good for features, huh
I ain't gon' f**k the n***a b*t*h, 'cause I know she a eater, ayy
Last time I wifed a b*t*h she told the world I beat her, huh
And when they locked lil' Kodak up, my n***a, I couldn’t believe it, huh
Ayy, lil' shawty, pop my whoadie
Pockets on Pinocchio, poking, yuh
Hit her from the back, damn, that b*t*h bleeding
Said I knocked her period on
Remember when I had that poker, huh
Instead of looking over my shoulder, huh
Forces with a n***a, no Yoda, huh
That mean a young n***a got woo on me (Ayy)

You ain't the one for me, baby
You ain't got sh*t I need, b*t*h
You want me to take my time with you
Well maybe I'm not your speed, b*t*h
Maybe I'm out your league, b*t*h
You ain't even got no cheese, b*t*h
Maybe I'm just too G for you
Or maybe I'm just too street, b*t*h

I can't even roll in peace (Why?)
Everybody notice me (Yeah)
I can't even go to sleep (Why?)
I'm rolling on a bean (Yeah)
They tried to give me eight
Got on my knees like, "Jesus, please"
He don't even believe in Jesus
Why you got a Jesus piece?
If you wanna leave just leave, but you ain't gotta lie to me
Even the blind can see (F**k)
That you ain't gon' ride for me
You ain't even showing me the love you say you got me for me
There ain't no loyalty, you lied to me
You say that you gon' ride for me, ayy

I'm in London, got my beat from London