Chris Brown, Kevin McCall - Roll the Dice lyrics
[Chris Brown, Kevin McCall - Roll the Dice lyrics]
Girl, this love's amazing
Kissing, let’s get it, get at me
Do that shit
Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?
You wanna smoke with me, get faded
Fuck slowing down
Pick it up, pick it up, roll
In my bed, it's going down
Can I get you all alone?
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the dice tonight
’Cause, I'm 'bout that life
Want all night, that'll change your life
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the
Dice tonight Roll up, roll up, roll up
Roll up haha, leggo!
And you my lucky number look, look
I'ma roll the dice
Okay, I'm rollin' and rollin’
And takin’ a chance
Throwin' this money and makin’ her dance
My clothes different, I smoke different
That top flight, that Peter Pan
But, I gotta bigger booty in
My face right now big tig ol' bitties and
Her waist slimmed down
And she pullin' on my hands
Lookin' in my pants
A nigga ’bout to give her all
This money right now Okay
Lay down, lay down backwards
Lick it, write my name in cursive
This spell out some bad words
Own it like I own it
She hop it on it, ride it backwards
Girl, don't stop doin' that damn thing
Throwin' all these dead presidents
'Cause that pussy is my campaign
Vote for it, vote for it, that yaya
Girl, that cookie make a nigga
Go broke for it, broke for it
I know you wet
I ain't ever gon' let you drown
That's what a real nigga got a boat for
Boat for 10 car garages, let's have a ménage
And let's get it poppin' in a four door
Four door i started makin' it rain
But, I got so much ice on
I'ma make a snow storm it's awfully cloudy
In my section I'm smokin' maui
Blowin' four O's, that's an Audi
R8, no license plates
A nigga was born in '89
How the fuck we spendin' money from '88?
I guess that means that I'm before my time
And I'm first place and you a second late
Yikes!
Girl, this love's amazing
Kissing, let's get it, get at me
Do that shit
Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?
You wanna smoke with me, get faded
Fuck slowing down
Pick it up, pick it up, roll
In my bed, it's going down
Can I get you all alone?
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the dice tonight Roll the dice
'Cause, I'm 'bout that life
Want all night, that'll change your life
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the
Dice tonight Roll up, roll up, roll up
Roll up yeah, yeah
And you my lucky number i'ma roll the dice
Look, K-Mac comin' straight from
The eighties Eighties
A nigga dabbled in crack
In the eighties Eighties
Callin' out all the single, pretty ladies
Which one of y'all wanna have
My pretty babies? Babies
Oh, I think it's you You
Or maybe even you but I like her too Too
All y'all cute so a nigga can't lose Lose
I'ma roll the dice
Daddy need a new pair of shoes Pair of shoes
They the new black ones that
I got from Louis Louis big house, big broad
Livin' in the boonies Boonies
I be so fly, yeah, I got the honies Honies
And they give me good brain
I don't fuck with dummies with dummies
You know you got that fire
Why you trippin'? Why you trippin'?
Take a look around you, you
Ain't got no competition, huh Competition
Kissing, let’s get it, get at me
Do that shit
Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?
You wanna smoke with me, get faded
Fuck slowing down
Pick it up, pick it up, roll
In my bed, it's going down
Can I get you all alone?
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the dice tonight
’Cause, I'm 'bout that life
Want all night, that'll change your life
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the
Dice tonight Roll up, roll up, roll up
Roll up haha, leggo!
And you my lucky number look, look
I'ma roll the dice
Okay, I'm rollin' and rollin’
And takin’ a chance
Throwin' this money and makin’ her dance
My clothes different, I smoke different
That top flight, that Peter Pan
But, I gotta bigger booty in
My face right now big tig ol' bitties and
Her waist slimmed down
And she pullin' on my hands
Lookin' in my pants
A nigga ’bout to give her all
This money right now Okay
Lay down, lay down backwards
Lick it, write my name in cursive
This spell out some bad words
Own it like I own it
She hop it on it, ride it backwards
Girl, don't stop doin' that damn thing
Throwin' all these dead presidents
'Cause that pussy is my campaign
Vote for it, vote for it, that yaya
Girl, that cookie make a nigga
Go broke for it, broke for it
I know you wet
I ain't ever gon' let you drown
That's what a real nigga got a boat for
Boat for 10 car garages, let's have a ménage
And let's get it poppin' in a four door
Four door i started makin' it rain
But, I got so much ice on
I'ma make a snow storm it's awfully cloudy
In my section I'm smokin' maui
Blowin' four O's, that's an Audi
R8, no license plates
A nigga was born in '89
How the fuck we spendin' money from '88?
I guess that means that I'm before my time
And I'm first place and you a second late
Yikes!
Girl, this love's amazing
Kissing, let's get it, get at me
Do that shit
Pretty young thing, can you be mine, babe?
You wanna smoke with me, get faded
Fuck slowing down
Pick it up, pick it up, roll
In my bed, it's going down
Can I get you all alone?
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the dice tonight Roll the dice
'Cause, I'm 'bout that life
Want all night, that'll change your life
Think I'ma roll the dice, roll the dice
Roll the
Dice tonight Roll up, roll up, roll up
Roll up yeah, yeah
And you my lucky number i'ma roll the dice
Look, K-Mac comin' straight from
The eighties Eighties
A nigga dabbled in crack
In the eighties Eighties
Callin' out all the single, pretty ladies
Which one of y'all wanna have
My pretty babies? Babies
Oh, I think it's you You
Or maybe even you but I like her too Too
All y'all cute so a nigga can't lose Lose
I'ma roll the dice
Daddy need a new pair of shoes Pair of shoes
They the new black ones that
I got from Louis Louis big house, big broad
Livin' in the boonies Boonies
I be so fly, yeah, I got the honies Honies
And they give me good brain
I don't fuck with dummies with dummies
You know you got that fire
Why you trippin'? Why you trippin'?
Take a look around you, you
Ain't got no competition, huh Competition