Lyrics:
burnt lips from the roach clips
How can I shine
Being broke and bag a dope bitch
Powerful minds, we brave men
I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'
These
Bud and Doyle on a road trip
Light up this weeks weed roll the whole zip
Official clavy P, gold plated roach clip
Smoke the whole zip
Smoke the whole
hard work chuck it up
Move your hips and do a flip
Feel the air from the wing tip
Don't you slip cause it's a trip
Hold onto life by the roach clip
The stoner on the mothership
I brought along my brand-new roach clip
I brought out my nugs in haste
I loaded up their bong for their first taste
We were
marijuanaville
Searchin for my roach clip on a rope
(on a rope, on a rope, on a rope)
Some people claim that there is a women to blame
but I know that its all this
Oops I pushed the button
Now we're gonna die
On the way to hell
Where we gonna fry
Sky appears red
I'll die without a dread
Smoking on a roach clip
lose tries to that mind fight
I might slip up and drink all night
I might smoke down to that roach clip
But I'm blessed with life living day by day
niggas like a blunt smoked to the roach clip
I say I seen many things
But I lied
Doctors are saying he's insane in the brain
Get out
He affiliates with
them bad days wasn't for us (nah)
Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays in my foreign (haha)
In LA, R&B bitch drunk, with her hands around me
wasn't for us (nah)
Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays in my foreign (haha)
In LA, R&B bitch drunk, with her hands around me
The night Swizz
(nah)
Still hood, roach clips and the ashtrays in my foreign (haha)
In LA, R&B bitch drunk, with her hands around me
The night Swizz introduced me
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender
So
Phallic-sy
Be this microphone, but get lifted
Lyrically I'm gifted
Burn on in without the roach clip (it)
Henders, mind-bender
Pleasure sender
So
the camera
I did in my city what
Michael Vick did in Atlanta (yeah)
Cash saved for insurance
Them bad days wasn't for us (Nah)
Still hood
Roach clips
gettin' split
It ain't no secret, homeboy, you can get rich
Smokin' this J to a roach clip
Even out the country they know what it is
'Bout to start up
The world would be high off this
Stay comin' up with that player shit
Every day wake up, make more chips
My nigga we forever rich
Hundred dollar roach clips
It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chi-nese
Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot thats
Burnin' my lips from roach clips
Catch me on 40th
Christmas
Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I wrote shit for the blunted ones to approach it
Forward motion, make you sway like the ocean
Christmas
Yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I wrote shit for the blunted ones to approach it
Forward motion, make you sway like the ocean
can't be killed I'm a roach
I'm in yo crib like a roach
I burn it down to the roach
I need a clip for the roach
Skin brown like a roach
Ima be king
It gets deep, fuckin' with these Chi-nese
Thai weed burnin' my hip from hot thats
Burnin' my lips from roach clips
Catch me on 40th
Geronimo!
I feel my high coming down, lookout below!
Hey yo! dead that roach clip and spark another
Chicken hawks, playing they selves like Parker brothers
me ten fives
You weak dick having, roach clip needing
Wheezing trying to breath oversleeping ass nigga
With your fat ass
Always want to holla
all due respect he approached it
And offered the roach clip as I respectfully declined to smoke it
[Nah nah I don't I don't do that]
Broken
Discuss these roach clip Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In