Lyrical Breakdown of Sleep With The Roaches - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sleep With The Roaches" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sleep With The Roaches" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Young Dolph employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Let the band play
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Uh
It's Dolph
She a good girl but she a bad bitch
Ran up a check, bought some new ass and titties
I ran up my check, nigga, and I kept on flippin'
I got two cars in ten different cities
It's a new year so I got rid of all the old shit
Even got rid of all my old bitches
It's a new year so I'm lettin' all you fuck niggas know
If you ain't really with me then you could get it
The Maybach truck or the Lambo' truck
Or the Double R truck, I'm havin' decisions
But I don't give a fuck about none of this shit, though (nah)
Real nigga from the get-go (yeah)
We used to sleep with the cockroaches at night (damn)
Now look at my wrist, though
I'm a fresh nigga, I am
But baby, I'm sorry, I'm hard on a bitch, though
Uh, yeah, look at my wrist, hoe
I shine and ball like a mo'fuckin' disco (bling)
Uh, diamonds dance like Sisqo
Smokin' on Citgo, never on E (uh)
Everywhere I go, I got the pole on me (bah, bah)
Yeah, and I got these hoes on me (yeah)
I make money, nigga, I don't make peace (uh-uh)
I be sippin' on Wock' and smokin' on reefer (dope)
Yeah (bitch), and I be sippin' on Triss (yeah)
And I'm still fuckin' his bitch (yeah)
And I don't plan on quittin' (uh-uh, yeah)
My lil' bitch ridin' in the Benz (skrrt)
My other lil' bitch got a Bentley (yeah)
And I don't really care about friends
Long as I got them Benz with me
Franks and Grants and Jacksons (woo)
I get it in, that's a fact (yeah)
We pullin' up back to back, yeah (back to back)
Rollin' up back to back (yeah)
I'm ballin' hard, check the stats (swish, uh)
Codeine, it help me relax (yeah)
Street nigga with a couple plaques (plaques)
But I got way, way more racks
And she a good girl but she a bad bitch
Ran up a check, bought some new ass and titties
I ran up my check, nigga, and I kept on flippin'
I got two cars in ten different cities
It's a new year so I got rid of all the old shit
Even got rid of all my old bitches
It's a new year so I'm lettin' all you fuck niggas know
If you ain't really with me then you could get it
The Maybach truck or the Lambo' truck
Or the Double R truck, I'm havin' decisions
But I don't give a fuck about none of this shit, though (nah)
Real nigga from the get-go (yeah)
We used to sleep with the cockroaches at night (damn)
Now look at my wrist, though
I'm a fresh nigga, I am
But baby, I'm sorry, I'm hard on a bitch, though
(Yeah, yeah) I used to cut the lights on
All of the roaches start runnin' through the kitchen
(Yeah, yeah) Now when I cut the lights on
I don't gotta do nothin' but put on this Richard
(Yeah, yeah) I smoke nothin' but killa
But I hate rollin' up, let a pretty bitch twist it
(Yeah, yeah) Rap niggas, man
'Cause I ain't nothin' like y'all niggas, I don't fake kick it (fuck 'em)
Walk in Chanel and I spent me a 50 (uh)
She walked in the doctor and spent her a 20 (uh)
Pussy so good I might buy her a Bentley (what?)
Fuck wrong with you, nigga? Dolph, you trippin' (okay)
Scored me a hunnid bowls and make a sentence (a-ha)
She suck until I came and still wouldn't finish (woo)
I'm all in lil' momma mouth like the dentist (uh)
The next mornin', she was in church repentin' (damn)
She a good girl but she a bad bitch
Ran up a check, bought some new ass and titties
I ran up my check, nigga, and I kept on flippin'
I got two cars in ten different cities
It's a new year so I got rid of all the old shit
Even got rid of all my old bitches
It's a new year so I'm lettin' all you fuck niggas know
If you ain't really with me then you could get it
The Maybach truck or the Lambo' truck
Or the Double R truck, I'm havin' decisions
But I don't give a fuck about none of this shit, though (nah)
Real nigga from the get-go (yeah)
We used to sleep with the cockroaches at night (damn)
Now look at my wrist, though
I'm a fresh nigga, I am
But baby, I'm sorry, I'm hard on a bitch, though