paroles de chanson 76224 - THE ROACHEZ
Where
did
the
time
go
Tickin'
the
time
bomb
Can
I
escape
this
place
with
you
(76224)
How
many
more
hours
(76224)
Smoke
into
the
wind
Hol'
up
I'm
not
a
goat
but
I
fit
the
description
Me
and
my
money
we
got
a
prescription
I
got
the
bread
to
fill
my
nutrition
Gouda
my
cheese
to
keep
my
bros
livin'
Vehement
my
jeans
and
my
dawgs
we
stay
winnin'
Call
me
the
greatest
like
young
Scottie
Pippen
Pipe
down
lil
shawty
you
gon
get
the
dickin'
Shades
on
eyelids
Bitch
gettin
silence
Rappin'
around
all
bout
a
party
Politicin'
my
opinion
is
hardly
Talent
given
God
grace
its
happenin'
Sellin'
out
bodies
and
shirts
man
we
samplin'
Beats
all
me,
production
is
nasty
Gotta
keep
it
real
jus'
like
Rico
Nasty
Hardly
a
roach
man
you
know
we
stay
clappin'
I
got
Headphones
in
the
club
cuz
I
don't
trust
the
DJ
Levi's
Chicago's
beater
like
CJ
On
my
29
bike
cruising
down
first
street
Like
the
21
jump
all
my
friends
like
Yeat
I
got
23
heat
let
the
86
speak
But
I'm
flowing
so
hard
got
the
flood
knee
deep
If
the
pussy
ain't
pink
then
you
got
about
a
week
If
you
got
your
Jordache
jeans
then
you
know
I'm
tryna
link
If
you
wearing
all
that
ice
then
I'm
'tanic
tryna
sink
Let
the
carbon
sensor
beep
and
the
floor
boards
creek
Hearing
Biggie
speak
since
the
tender
age
of
teen
No
steez
bitch
please
get
down
on
your
knees
Cuz
I
got
a
lot
of
streams
with
the
least
amount
of
verse
Just
memorize
and
rehearse
Pull
up
in
a
hearse
but
pretending
I'm
a
nurse
If
you
let
me
operate,
then
I'll
make
your
sick
worse
(Woah)
Cause
we
gon'
blow
up
this
year
No
scar,
no
fear
No
job,
just
kids
Out
momma
crib
My
boys
and
I
ride
or
die
(die)
Imma
cash
my
check
then
re-up
(woo)
Don't
forgot
where
you
started
up
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