🎵 Imaginary Player 2018 // by Premo Rice

1 ContributorImaginary Player 2018 Lyrics [Chorus] So I can hold the Roley up Bounce You know, we gotta be like the pioneers of this shit, you know I’m sayin’? So I can hold the Roley up I be tryna tell niggas, man Live Forever to ’97 Roc-A-Fella, you hear me? So I can hold the Roley up You know, I was gettin’ geechi back in 2011 So- so- so I can hold the Roley up When these niggas was still in the Go-Go’s Takin’, takin' boof cakes and shit, you know I’m sayin’? So I can hold the Roley up I’ma show these niggas how to do it though So- so- so I can hold the Roley up Check it out [Verse 1] I'll get you hip, givin' hoes life-scripts, I got the manual Your bitch a cannibal, she hit me up without the camera crew I'm all about checks and good sex, I gets the annual My flow will damage you, pimpin' abundant, I command a few Came to get raunchy, 'cause I'm dressed in Givenchy Hit your ho in some Fendi, you can never offend me Don't tempt, 'cause I'm simply layin' hoes' lives empty Invincible emcee, bitches, mackin' just in me I came to collect, the connect, I gets the money Most of it's from my sermon, the rest is from your honey Bitch, I'm live and direct, I project, ain't nun' funny Wrap it up like a turban, break it down for the dummies Believe, I don't stunt, I regulate in the front Lay the ism on wax, I bet that shit gon' bump Tell your ho to relax, I know your man's in the slump I keep my paper in intact, they know my strip gon' pump So, Roley's up, G [Chorus] So I can hold the Roley up Same shit, different day, you know? So- so- so I can hold the Roley up See, I was one of the first niggas round my way You know I’m sayin’? So I can hold the Roley up With the top dropped Oceanside, you dig? I was on the Westcoast So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up Niggas had droptop Benz and shit, Camaros and shit So I can hold the Roley up So- so- so I can hold the Roley up Shoutout all my Polynesian bitches though, you know? So I can hold the Roley up All my Mediterranean bitches out there You know how we get down So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up [Verse 2] Well, it's the infamous, prediculous, mackin' significant Intricate plot to get knots, clockin’ my dividends (My dividends) I bust fresh raps to get my respect Type of classy with jewels, got 30-karats on deck The mic I’m rippin’ (Rip), kick shit for bitches, martini sippin’ (Martini sip) Smell the sauce, some Sergio Tacchini flippin’ Flossin’ the ambiance, y'all niggas just rhyme Geechi that but the Don, around my arm be a dime In my prime, I can’t miss, pimpin’ hoes like this (Uh huh) This your walk-a-thon, baby, make them butt cheeks switch (Mhm) Tell a trick to, "Get back, ‘less you're spendin’ some racks" ‘Cause it’s the end of the fiscal, ho, I need to relax And hold my Roley up, bitch [Chorus] So I can hold the Roley up How you gon’ feel, you in the club with your bitch So- so- so I can hold the Roley up You know, you think you fly, you got on your MARGIELA sneakers So I can hold the Roley up Your Burberry shirt, your Fendi belt or whatever So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up You know what I’m sayin’? Your fake VS diamonds So I can hold the Roley up I come in that bitch with a Perry Ellis fleece, vintage shit So- so- so I could hold the Roley up You dig what I’m sayin’? 30-karat around my neck So I can hold the Roley up Straight gold, straight gold So- so- so- so I can hold the Roley up [Outro] She lift up my shirt, she see a Live Forever tee I’m like, “Bitch, I’m a business,” you dig what I’m sayin'? Fresh Air Max sneakers on You in the club, prolly poppin’ bottles and shit Stuntin’ ‘em in that motherfucker with a Henny and Coke Your bitch hop on my dick right then and there Whole time, you pulled up in a Camry tonight, ha These imaginary niggas, man