Letra de Roaches Don't Die
Yea
I was born to be hated on and criticized
Walk up in this hoe them bitches roll they eyes
I was born to be hated on and criticized
Walk up in this hoe them bitches roll they eyes
Niggas tuck they tees
Tryna sell a fantasy
That buckle bigger than yo dick, huh?
You don't fuck with hoes who get government stamps and WIC, huh?
Niggas love they image
Lose they sanity but keep some clout
Anyway, i wanna rage today
I got my titties out
Hot as 99, this pussy fye
I stress a nigga out
Fuck em once
I never fuck again
So keep me out ya mouth
Feelings something i could do without
I cut another line
Kill me, hardest bitch up out the south
I wanna see you try
Paid for my position
You ain't see the nights i had to cry
Lost my fuckin mind
Bought a strip of L and took a ride
I don't love mе less
I'm protected, thеy can't manifest
Got no time for rest
Got two babies strapped to either breast
Know my baby daddy so depressed
It's been way over a decade
And he still a mess
Still a nasty nigga
He like girls who got a curfew
Can't wait for the universe to smoke you
Pray yo son ain't never nothin like you
Caught him watching porn
He just 11 and i'm scorned
It feel like yesterday
I watched him learn to walk
And now we gotta have the talk
Fuck it
Im tryna teach him bout consent and shit
That nigga bucking
You nutted in the realest bitch alive
You really lucky
You woulda ruined them
They precious, hoe
Ya aura yucky
Any bitch that fuck with you disgusting
And she can't be trusted
I had to get that off my chest
Lets get back to the money
Book me or i'm staying in my room
Locals treat me funny
Fuck up out my face with all that weird shit
Im a real nigga
Not a part of yo lil outfit
I'm the spring
Bitches bottled water
I'm the fuckin source
I love rock and roll
He show me hole
I make my bed and let him lie in it
Lookin at the old me in the mirror
Bouta hit a lick
I miss that bitch sometimes
She with the shit
Remember when them bitches jumped me in the gym
With all they friends
Know they loggin in
Watching little brittnee catch another win
Love a bitch or hate her
But you really can't debate it
I'm that nigga
And i'm realer than the bitches in the back
And i'm tired of being humble
I'm taking my niggas with me
You ain't fuckin with me now
Then bitch you might as well forget me
Its too late for you
If you ever crossed me, fuck it
I dont have no hate for you
I pray for you
I promise
Hope you get to feeling better soon
I got shit to lose
And shit to die bout
I can't see a grave until my babies
Out that trap house
I can't be a slave
No 9 to 5
I went my own route
Bbyfuckinmutha
Quick to put a bitch in time out
If i'm a slut
Just know i slut the hardest
Aim at yo throat and i'm just gettin started
Skeet on his face
He blow me like a cartridge
Dearly departed
Kill these bitches while i rest in peace
I ain't even took my bonnet off
And bitches mad at me
She say what she want
I say what matter, bitch
We not the same
Please stop tryna cap up off my name
You lookin like a lame
Tired of playing games
Like i ain't got a Glock
Bitches talk to talk
I shoot to kill
I really will
I'm just tryna pay my bills
Tired of living with the roaches
Roaches don't die, baby
Numbers don't lie
Swear to god, yea
Yea
Bitch
Yea
Roaches dont die
Fuck a raid
Gettin paid
Nigga, numbers dont lie
Tryna sell a fantasy
That buckle bigger than yo dick, huh?
You don't fuck with hoes who get government stamps and WIC, huh?
Niggas love they image
Lose they sanity but keep some clout
Anyway, i wanna rage today
I got my titties out
Hot as 99, this pussy fye
I stress a nigga out
Fuck em once
I never fuck again
So keep me out ya mouth
Feelings something i could do without
I cut another line
Kill me, hardest bitch up out the south
I wanna see you try
Paid for my position
You ain't see the nights i had to cry
Lost my fuckin mind
Bought a strip of L and took a ride
I don't love mе less
I'm protected, thеy can't manifest
Got no time for rest
Got two babies strapped to either breast
Know my baby daddy so depressed
It's been way over a decade
And he still a mess
Still a nasty nigga
He like girls who got a curfew
Can't wait for the universe to smoke you
Pray yo son ain't never nothin like you
Caught him watching porn
He just 11 and i'm scorned
It feel like yesterday
I watched him learn to walk
And now we gotta have the talk
Fuck it
Im tryna teach him bout consent and shit
That nigga bucking
You nutted in the realest bitch alive
You really lucky
You woulda ruined them
They precious, hoe
Ya aura yucky
Any bitch that fuck with you disgusting
And she can't be trusted
I had to get that off my chest
Lets get back to the money
Book me or i'm staying in my room
Locals treat me funny
Fuck up out my face with all that weird shit
Im a real nigga
Not a part of yo lil outfit
I'm the spring
Bitches bottled water
I'm the fuckin source
I love rock and roll
He show me hole
I make my bed and let him lie in it
Lookin at the old me in the mirror
Bouta hit a lick
I miss that bitch sometimes
She with the shit
Remember when them bitches jumped me in the gym
With all they friends
Know they loggin in
Watching little brittnee catch another win
Love a bitch or hate her
But you really can't debate it
I'm that nigga
And i'm realer than the bitches in the back
And i'm tired of being humble
I'm taking my niggas with me
You ain't fuckin with me now
Then bitch you might as well forget me
Its too late for you
If you ever crossed me, fuck it
I dont have no hate for you
I pray for you
I promise
Hope you get to feeling better soon
I got shit to lose
And shit to die bout
I can't see a grave until my babies
Out that trap house
I can't be a slave
No 9 to 5
I went my own route
Bbyfuckinmutha
Quick to put a bitch in time out
If i'm a slut
Just know i slut the hardest
Aim at yo throat and i'm just gettin started
Skeet on his face
He blow me like a cartridge
Dearly departed
Kill these bitches while i rest in peace
I ain't even took my bonnet off
And bitches mad at me
She say what she want
I say what matter, bitch
We not the same
Please stop tryna cap up off my name
You lookin like a lame
Tired of playing games
Like i ain't got a Glock
Bitches talk to talk
I shoot to kill
I really will
I'm just tryna pay my bills
Tired of living with the roaches
Roaches don't die, baby
Numbers don't lie
Swear to god, yea
Yea
Bitch
Yea
Roaches dont die
Fuck a raid
Gettin paid
Nigga, numbers dont lie
