This song goes out, to any of my real n#gg#s out there
Smoke that sh#t down to the f#cking roach am I right? [Better smoke that!
Am I right? [Am I right?
You better smoke that sh#t down to the roach m#th*rf#ck*r! [What?]
Yeah that blunt roach burn slow
Never bump my tunes low
Who the f#ck you think you is if you ain’t blue, hoe?
Yeah you say you got that ice but is you cool though?
Yeah you say your b#tch is nice but is it true though?
Smoke roach, burnt lips, spittin’ all that flame [All that flame
Locked jaws, missed calls, forget all the lames [All the lames
Introduce me to your groupies, oh is that your game
Sorry, I don’t f#ck with p#ssies ‘tryna claim my namе
Why these motherf#ckеrs keep on talking like they knew me?
Roll up, light em up and smoke em like a doobie
n#gg#s only like you if you dead with rigamortis [Whoo Whoo
And b#tches only love you got a bigger tour bus
Enormous, giant like a damn stegosaurus
Holes in his back leave a man hella pourin
Talkin that bull, I would think you were a tortoise
Leave them in they feelings like they listening to Doris
Thought it was a chorus, you wrong
n#gg# I don’t give a f#ck if you don’t like the song [I hate you
All these m#th*rf#ck*rs can’t ignore us for long
Left not right, he wrong [f#ck you and you
Fake n#gg#s wipeout, riding our wave
I worship the preserver but you never getting saved
Your b#tch pop molly and she ain’t even rave
Stay with the hoe, oh man that’s brave
Ay hell is flame
Never been a lame
Smokin’ stank
NCR be the f#cking gang
Why you n#gg#s hate?
Never been the same to all of you groupie n#gg#s
Trigger happy m#th*rf#ck*r never pulled a trigger [b#tch!
Deep voice Asian call me Rich Chigga
Big boss Mo, I been that n#gg#
Castin spells but a n#gg# don’t like Wicca
Spittin’ all that gas, now her name was flipper
n#gg#s always hate, say I won’t get bigger
Pop a couple roofies, now your #ss won’t hear us
Look up in the mirror, all I see is dark spirits
Smoke a pound of so the demons won’t get near us
Dear Ron Sally, I’ll excuse your vision
PEMDAS n#gg# but I always skipped division
Always count money but I’m not a mathematician
Cuts if you listen like a rap incision
Why you always mad NCR so different?
Hatin’ on a n#gg# cause he got a different pigment
Ignant, get good marks like a high grade
Smokin’ that boof, now your #ss got a migraine
Crew beat your #ss if you look at us sideways
Rubber neckin’ n#gg#s like we drivin’ on the high way
Blunt roach burn slow
Never bump my tunes low
Who the f#ck you think you is if you ain’t blue hoe
Yeah you say you got that ice but is you cool tho?
Yeah you say your b#tch is nice but is it true tho?
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NCR_LUSID – NUESTRA CANCION
NCR_LUSID – ANNOYED
NCR_LUSID Lyrics – Roach
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