Lyrical Breakdown of RIP Roach (cu $ki Mask The Slump God) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh), ayy, ayy, ayy
(Nigga, where the fuck is the-) ayy!
Cocaine for my breakfast (what?)
Hold that pistol ambidextrous, uh (yeah, yeah)
Pussy boy talk reckless (ayy)
He might end up on a stretcher, uh (yeah, bitch)
Fuck with my set (ayy)
You get wet, like a pussy, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Sauce, what I spilled (yeah, yeah)
On my kilt, she need milk, okay, like (ayy, ayy)
XXX on a kill streak, huh (bitch)
You pussy niggas Rice Krispie, uh (what?)
Fuck a white bitch on a six-speed (yeah)
Six stars like GTA, kill me, uh (fuck)
It's more money I'm gettin' (ayy)
If a nigga try to take, wig-splittin' 'em (ayy)
Shouts out to my zoe, they killed my vro (yeah, yeah)
So, bitch, off rip now, I'm like (ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (huh? Yeah)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yeah (yeah, what?)
Mama raised a soldier (huh? Yeah)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yeah (yeah, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yeah, yeah)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yeah (yeah, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (yeah, what?)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, yeah (huh)
Mama raised a soldier (huh? Yeah)
Not no bitch, not no bitch, ayy (yeah, okay, you all right?)
RIP, my zoe, ayy (yeah, huh?)
RIP, my zoe, okay (huh? Yeah)
RIP, my zoe, ayy (huh? Yeah)
RIP, my zoe, okay (hey, all-all right?)
RIP, my zoe, yeah (yeah, yeah)
RIP, my zoe, okay (yeah, yeah)
RIP, my soul (haha, ayy, my who?)
Yeah (rest in peace, my zoes, man), ayy (yeah, man)
Haha, tide, bitch, I got my handicaps on this bitch (uh, uh, uh, uh)
I'm 'bout to sip this motherfuckin' water (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Hahaha, that's not even water (that wa-that wasn't water)
I stole that boy shit (nigga, where the fuck is the), ayy
Came from the dirt, you can't hit my purp
Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
Gold up on my wrist is lookin' sunny, Big Bird
Hit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd
Ayy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tied
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, uh, get a bitch wet, no Juno, uh
Put it in her mouth like Uno, uh, chest, all Polo like, "Kudos" (ayy)
Dog-ass nigga like Cujo, uh, face card bad who you know, ayy
She all wet like fructose, ayy, diamonds on like them cheat codes, ayy