Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roxycontin, artist - BOLDY JAMES. Album song The Versace Tape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Griselda
Song language: English
Roxycontin |
| Prices goin' up in the city, twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues |
| Twelve twelves and them lotto packs, same size as a bottle cap |
| Feds followin' my private page, think I’m dumb enough to hit the follow back |
| (Follow back) |
| Run this shit to the graveyard, I was tryna pull a triple double |
| Had a spot off of Strathmoor, behind the Nu Wave off of Sixth and Hubbell (Ah) |
| Lost Joey, left a nigga puzzled, all it take is one, caught him with a couple |
| Back then, used to seem like all a nigga used to do was get in trouble |
| Got brodie caught up in the shuffle, hood took him under, caught up in the |
| hustle |
| Fascinated by the street life, got tired of seein' my niggas struggle |
| Now we hoppin' out of space shuttles, 187 to designer fashion (Skrrt) |
| Had to round 'em up in a huddle, put a play together like I’m John Madden (Ah) |
| Line lookin' like Soul Train, flame burnin' off auntie eyelashes |
| So tied up in the dope game, a nigga couldn’t even see the time passin' |
| Where we at with it? |
| We wasn’t even supposed to be here (Be here) |
| Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers) |
| Came from roaches in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot) |
| Gun shots make me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, brr) |
| We wasn’t even supposed to be here (Be here) |
| Fancy cars with the chandeliers (Skrrt, with the chandeliers) |
| Came from roaches in the dope spot (Ah, dope spot) |
| Gun shots make me comfortable (Brr, brr, make me comfortable, ah) |
| Gun shots make me comfortable (Make me comfortable) |
| Ayo, fuck y’all niggas |
| I don’t give a fuck about none of these niggas |
| Your life is meaningless |
| Diamond chokers, snakeskin minidress |
| Never confess |
| Death is a reminder to the living |
| Grief is a gift that keeps on giving |
| All the niggas we done lost |
| This street shit came at a cost |
| Buffalo soldier, fully loaded clips |
| Dead bodies, duffle bags full of counterfeits |
| Stick to the script or I’ll remind you |
| Your life is meaningless |
| So very unfruitful |
| Griselda by Fashion Rebels |