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rayzo - roaches lyrics

(intro)
man….
f-ck….
this life really ain’t been that good for me lately
but ya know, sometimes you just gotta make the best of whatever the f-ck u have…
you gotta do what you can… with the cards that your dealt…
i don’t give a f-ck if you got the short end of the stick
i don’t give a f-ck if you’ve been rich, f-cking priveleged, your whole life
but don’t f-cking complain
don’t make any f-cking excuses, do what you want
ima have some fun right here, lets get it

(verse)

there be roaches in my fridge, roaches in my freezer
put em in a bowl, smoke em whole, finger squeezer
dats a pinch dats a pinch that’s a centimeter
bouta b-tch bouta b-tch where’s my lemon squeezer
where the f-ck is my cellphone
these b-tches waiting outside like some yard gnomes
right now i’m so high it clock me in the dome
think of a name and that is rayzo

so i start rollin blunts sitting in my beamer
boofy dyk-s wanna hit in the movie theater
i wanna drive those rarris and lambos, but i just have a beamer
i just wanna coupe i wanna two seater ( yuh yuh yuh )

wake up, get high
wake up, get stoned, get blowed, get loaded, get blowed, get loaded

it just hit me in the back like an uzi
spray down like a mac at the coochie
lay down it’s a fact that i’m boujee
betta cop me snack dats juicy
eatin healthy ima eat something fruity
that’s for f-gs betta get me some poutine
(what’s poutine?)
(sounds boofy)
everyday i got the same routine

wake up, get high
wake up, get high
wake up, get high
wake up, get high
wake up, get stoned, get blowed, get loaded
wake up, get stoned, get blowed, get loaded

don’t got supreme, louis v gucci
shoutout to rudeboi slidin in coochie
shoutout to my plug, but who is he?
i don’t drop names once they hit the uzi
“haha jk i ain’t actually on that gangsta sh-t”

wrote a song that’s depressing here’s another one
i don’t even see the sun
jack off and play 2k all night long
drop my nut on her face like an acorn
she’s a squirrel for for the magnum dong
pick er up like king kong throw her around like a football fists go plew plow she staring at cool clouds and she got a shute mouth, like my d-ck came out the end i’m just playing pretend i don’t mean sh-t to no hoe if it be in the end i’m crafty with words they’re easy to bend don’t mean to offend. f-ggots are f-ggots to f-ggots to me and the rest

(i ain’t actually on that gangsta sh-t tho)

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