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pressa – roaches and mice lyrics

[verse 1]
i’m that big n-gg-
that lil b-tch a gold digger
w-ss n-gg-
we turned that lil b-tch to a w-ss n-gg-
and yeah n-gg- we steal that bird like a shoplifter
still that cold n-gg- ouu my body twitch differ
this a bone picker hollows burn his whole liver
we really in the field n-gg-
i done lost my heart n-gg-
the straps are bought n-gg-
i done got that dark n-gg-
aye burberry scarf n-gg-
shot n-gg-, f-ck these n-gg-s point hitters
if n-gg-s roll up on you they’ll get sparked n-gg-
aye lil n-gg- but a big n-gg-
diamonds shine like an old lizard
my n-gg-s they go crazy
whoa i was in the trap with a baby 9
4 and a half got on my grind
shooter got knocked he doing tell

[chorus]
roaches and mice, roaches and mice
i had to choose the gun not the book it wasn’t right
roaches and mice, roaches and mice
you know i love my dawg from the block he keep a 9
roaches and mice, roaches and mice
roaches and mice, roaches and mice
roaches and mice, roaches and mice
you have to live under the dark to feel the shine

[verse 2]
and these game it a heavy price it got prices
and i was on the block rolling dices
and bullets run him down like its lightning
and my w-ssas at your top like a hyphen
and police tryna get me where my heart hurt
and the sauce got a n-gg- walking backward
if you out here buying hard you hustle backward
we were camping on your block, we need a camper
we were camping on your block, we need a camper
i’m that n-gg- on the block with a temper
we were cooling on his block like december
we were toking with the gang for a letter
my poppa shot a bouncer this world is full of cowards
this life it ain’t got no hour
give them sauce if they sour
that’s my dawg that’s my hounder
c-kapina coca a cocaina coca ah that’s the powder
i lost my dawg straight to the grave
i got a price i gotta pay
i shoot a n-gg- straight in his face
demihana it’s never late
we gon press sh-t out his place
shoot a n-gg- out my way
i’m the sauce when i walk
take a n-gg- take his top
where i’m from we did a lot
free bro and free my pops
aye uh n-gg-s know how we rock
uh f-ck around yeah you know where i’m from

[verse 3]
ah we spin sh-t like djs
never know where we stay
this game ain’t no ea sports
he hug the charge just like webay
shooters take your refay
forced ain’t no creases
treat the game just like a sport
real n-gg-s gon support
circle like the tour ah
and left him in the morgue
it rains and it snores it’s deeper than it pours
it’s for real
in jail i’ll take ya mail
police took my mail
they never wrote back
they prob did ’cause a real n-gg- gon write back
jail we keep a knife cut a n-gg- through the cell ha

- pressa lyrics

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