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letra de roach - brahman_is_gone

[intro: brahman & whereismo]
this song goes out, to any of my real n-ggas 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 motherf-cker! (what?)

[hook: brahman]
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?
[verse 1: brahman]
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 name
why these motherf-ckers keep on talking like they knew me?
roll up, light em up and smoke em like a doobie
n-ggas 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 d-mn stegosaurus
holes in his back leave a man h-lla 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-gga i don’t give a f-ck if you don’t like the song (i hate you)
all these motherf-ckers can’t ignore us for long
[?] left not right, he wrong (f-ck you and you)
fake n-ggas 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

[verse 2: whereismo & brahman]
ay h-ll is flame
never been a lame
smokin’ stank
ncr be the f-cking gang
why you n-ggas hate?
never been the same to all of you groupie n-ggas
trigger happy motherf-cker never pulled a trigger (b-tch!)
deep voice asian call me rich chigga
big boss mo, i been that n-gga
castin spells but a n-gga don’t like wicca
spittin’ all that gas, now her name was flipper
n-ggas always hate, say i won’t get bigger
pop a couple roofies, now your ass 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-gga 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-gga cause he got a different pigment
ignant, get good marks like a high grade
smokin’ that boof, now your ass got a migraine
crew beat your ass if you look at us sideways
rubber neckin’ n-ggas like we drivin’ on the high way
[hook: brahman]
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?

- brahman_is_gone

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