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letra de roots - roy deezy

[intro]
gun full of ammo, got me feelin’ like rambo
smokin’ on that loud, my eyes low like a lambo
everywhere i go they like, “you be k!llin’ that [?]”
all these [?] got me feelin’ like [?]
feelin’ like [?]
and all these [?] got me feelin’ like [?]

[verse]
these are my roots, i came from [?]
n-ggas shoot from the hip [?] from the booth
hangin’ out the window whilst i scream “what it do?”
get the number, get the ass, bada bing, bada boom
the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
my vet b-tch blackеr than the mothaf-ckin’ [?]
her head gamе mean, and her p-ssy is a nuke
my bad, let’s get back to my mothaf-ckin’ roots
my dad wasn’t ‘round much
i was raised from the streets, from the ground up
and i was taught wasn’t n0body gon’ give me sh-t
that’s when i met that white girl, labeled town sl-t
and i shared her with other n-ggas ‘cause i knew behind my back she was f-ckin’ with them all anyway
so i got what i could out her
million dollar vision, baby, that was good powder
and i stood hours
i aim and i shoot, reload and repeat
b-tch, i’ma die by the cold of these streets
when kids get to dyin’, you know it’s some beef
[?] saved by the bell, i put [?]
f-ck towels, make a n-gga throw in some sheets
i break smiles, make a n-gga throw up some t–th
this ain’t 8 mile, i don’t get cold in the feet
n-gga, say it with your chest, act grown when you speak
been rappin’ for years, why you can’t make a hit?
you ain’t ready to die, why you actin’ like b.i.g? (huh)
why you actin’ like b.i.g?
yo’ mans is a b-tch and you actin’ like him
i stand on my own, b-tch, i’m possessed
all you f-ckboys need to give it a rest
b-tch i’m the best, f-ck what you rep
dawg, and that’s word to the sh-t on my chest (easy)

- roy deezy

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