RIP Roach

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Cocaine for my breakfast
Hold that pistol: Ambidextrous
Pussy boy talk reckless, he might end up on a stretcher
Fuck with my set, you get wet like a pussy
Sauce, what I spilled on my quilt, she need milk
XXX on a kill streak
You pussy niggas Rice Krispie
Fuck a white bitch on the sixth week
Six stars like GTA kill me
It's more money I'm getting
If a nigga try to take wig splitting briting
Shouts out to my zoe they killed my bro so bitch, off rip know
I'm like

Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh!
Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh!
Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh!
Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh!
Mama raised a soldier, not a bitch not a bitch, yuh!

RIP my soul ay, RIP my soul okay
RIP my soul ay, RIP my soul okay
RIP my soul ay, RIP my soul okay

My who? Hahahaha bitch
I got my handicaps on this bitch
I'm about to sip this motherfuckin' water
Oh, that's not even water, I stole that boy's shit
Ay, came from the dirt you can't hit my perk
Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
Gold up on my wrist is looking sunny - Big Bird
Hit 'em with the hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd
Ayy let's slide sixth wall, I'm tired
Call my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh my
I could be Xzibit, might pimp my ride
Wet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like Christ
Hit my bitch like Bruno
Get a bitch wet no Juno
Put it in her mouth like Uno
Chest all polo like: Kudos!
Dog ass nigga like Cujo
Face card bad who you know?
She all wet like fructose
Diamonds on like they cheat codes

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