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daniel son (mc) - roaches lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m on point with giallo
dreamin’ about the lambo diablo
and beamer sittin on 4 giattos
i be the tough act to follow
money in the convo
38 underneath the poncho
this a hit from uk and toronto
we spray up your whip
like the russians did alonzo
got that dope, that heroin, the rob lowe
shorty never met a pill that was tough to swallow
career criminal tryin to make a living
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yo, daniel son
i’m the one with the golden gun
i use a 9 iron
and put a hole in one
with the hollows
young desperado
drink beer from the bottle
with a european model
we catch a fool in traffic
and you know we clappin
cause i’m an old school gunner
like tony atlas

[hook]
i can’t take it no more
rats in the wall
got roaches on the floor
and police at my door
sick of seeing nice things that i can’t afford
told my crew that we’re not gonna be poor no more
i got a list of enemies
a list of enemies
and they all gotta go
by the end of the week
i got a list of enemies
a list of enemies
and they all gotta go
by the end of the week

[verse 2]
in the lab i’m a chef like raekwon
vest is teflon
connect with anything my aim’s on
late night got my hoodie like trayvon
colt barrel seen more spins than drake songs
i’m in a place of sinners
that’ll take your dinner
cause the heart’s more cold than a late december
i’m the loser that plots the robbery
and runs off with the prize money
that you just paid the winner
grab the mic so tight i might break a finger
you rockin’ fake designer on a budget made for stitches
i’m in the cut, i got a great militia
real ninja take you out with some safety scissors
they tell you show love
i got a show, i hope you show up
i roll up, ain’t nobody showed up
my mind’s old school like coca cola
no art, dry the blood out a dumb promoter

- daniel son mc lyrics

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