Video Roaches Dont Die de Bbymutha 2024 Lyrics Lyrics

Bbymutha - Roaches Dont Die Lyrics

Roaches Don't Die Song Lyrics
Roaches Don't Die by BbyMutha Yea
I was born to be hated on and criticized
Walk up in this hoe them b**ches roll they eyes
Niggas tuck they tees
Tryna sell a fantasy
That buckle bigger than yo dick, huh?
You don't f**k with hoes who get government stamps and WIC, huh?
Niggas love they image
Lose they sanity but keep some clout
Anyway, I wanna rage today
I got my titties out
Hot as 99, this pussy fye
I stress a nigga out
f**k em once
I never f**k again
So keep me out ya mouth
Feelings something I could do without
I cut another line
Kill me, hardest b**ch up out the south
I wanna see you try
Paid for my position
You ain't see the nights I had to cry
Lost my f**kin mind
Bought a strip of L and took a ride
I don't love me less
I'm protected, they can't manifest
Got no time for rest
Got two babies strapped to either breast
Know my baby daddy so depressed
It's been way over a decade
And he still a mess
Still a nasty nigga
He like girls who got a curfew
Can't wait for the universe to smoke you
Pray yo son ain't never nothin like you
Caught him watching porn
He just 11 and I'm scorned
It feel like yesterday
I watched him learn to walk
And now we gotta have the talk
f**k it
I'm tryna teach him bout consent and sh*t
That nigga bucking
You nutted in the realest b**ch alive
You really lucky
You woulda ruined them
They precious, hoe
Ya aura yucky
Any b**ch that f**k with you disgusting
And she can't be trusted
I had to get that off my chest
Lets get back to the money
Book me or I'm staying in my room
Locals treat me funny
f**k up out my face with all that weird sh*t
I'm a real nigga
Not a part of yo lil outfit
I'm the spring
b**ches bottled water
I'm the f**kin source
I love rock and roll
He show me hole
I make my bed and let him lie in it
Lookin at the old me in the mirror
Bouta hit a lick
I miss that b**ch sometimes
She with the sh*t
Remember when them b**ches jumped me in the gym
With all they friends
Know they loggin in
Watching little Britney catch another win
Love a b**ch or hate her
But you really can't debate it
I'm that nigga
And I'm realer than the b**ches in the back
And I'm tired of being humble
I'm taking my niggas with me
You ain't f**kin with me now
Then b**ch you might as well forget me
Its too late for you
If you ever crossed me, f**k it
I don't have no hate for you
I pray for you
I promise
Hope you get to feeling better soon
I got sh*t to lose
And sh*t to die bout
I can't see a grave until my babies
Out that trap house
I can't be a slave
No 9 to 5
I went my own route
Bbyf**kinmutha
Quick to put a b**ch in time out
If I'm a sl*t
Just know I sl*t the hardest
Aim at yo throat and I'm just gettin started
Skeet on his face
He blow me like a cartridge
Dearly departed
Kill these b**ches while I rest in peace
I ain't even took my bonnet off
And b**ches mad at me
She say what she want
I say what matter, b**ch
We not the same
Please stop tryna cap up off my name
You lookin like a lame
Tired of playing games
Like I ain't got a Glock
b**ches talk to talk
I shoot to kill
I really will
I'm just tryna pay my bills
Tired of living with the roaches
Roaches don't die, baby
Numbers don't lie
Swear to god, yea
Yea
b**ch
Yea
Roaches don't die
f**k a raid
Gettin paid
Nigga, numbers don't lie