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Young Dolph, Key Glock - Sleep With The Roaches (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Vocals
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Adolph Thornton Jr.
Songwriter
Krishon Gaines
Krishon Gaines
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Adolph Thornton, Krishon Gaines, Markeyvius Cathey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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