roshi.

A small taste of my upcoming duotape project.

Written and Mixed by Big Roshi
Produced by Kilmonglue

Lyrics:
She bout the dirt
She like it when it hurts
I put my dick inside of her belly n 
Made her squirt

Face into dirt
She likes it when it hurts
Squeeze her pretty neck
Got her leakin under her skrt

She a freak hoe
Nasty
Where the beat go
Alecia
I might peep tho
Where
Where the seam tho
Needy

Ill wrap ya fuckin head in a beanie
Got chokin got you slowin
Pass out in ya bikini

Im talkin purple head
Leash chokin
Pullin on yo hair
Lemme see that drool
When you gaspin for air
Slap that ass till its
Bumpy and bare
Bright read on the bed
Better listen gimme head

Hook

Who gone fuck you like roshi
Thats bullshit we know
You a Truffle butter bitch
Do her like a ho - ho




I dont really care
Pullin on her hair
Why do you stare
Take her to my lair

Obnoxious talkers
Always mockin
Pull a 30
Get it cockin

I might have to go fuck her
Got no patience go like runner
Shiny like covered in butter
Take that shit might fuck ya mother

Oh she leakin
Yea she geekin
Gigglin like she a freak n
When I make her taste her blood
She just wanna taste my semen
SHE BOUT DAT

Masochist +Kilmonglue & phree nine

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Scorpio Prodz

Lyrics:
I got a dick, gone flick on a big thing
Why do u talk, u a fuck witta peebrain
Rip that cloth, dont care whatchu eating
Pussy on my top lip, sharp like a bee sting

short n useless tic tak, tik tok
Fuck what she say she want that big cock
Act like demon for that crack rock
I live a life that embraces rot

I aint never really knew a thing about a upper life
Living in da dirt I do not think about a homicide
Everyday the usual Im plottin on another life
Catch em then I hurt em then I kill em then I rob his wife

Im that bad bad bad bad bad guy
Take that shank stick in his eye
Laugh at joke while take yo bitch life
This aint shit im used to these lies

Like ahh its typical
Plot of life is mystical

I sell them drugs to the mommies
Then They go back home to they children
I did not know the pain that I sowed
Now its stuck in all of my writtens
I shovel dirt and I relay work
While I try to preach to these children
This pit aint sane it got no remorse
It dont matter what you be learnin

But im still stuck
Sellin drugs look at death wish a difference
But Im still stuck
Growin hatred for the men above me its so sicknin
But Im still stuck
Melt yo brain for likes for listens r u listenin
But Im still stuck
Repeat and repeat and repeat




Im smokity smokity
Do not talk to my folkity
Take a knife and it poke-ity
STRAIGHT INTO YO EYE

Fuckity fuckity
Sell her body for buckities
All her feeling r tuckitied
Make a grown man cry

Bang bang
Hang hang
Watch as her life drain
Same lane 
Mome came
Shame then die

If it really mattered     
What the fuck that we be doin
Then the people that above us
Wouldnt tell us lies

hook
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Typical +Scorpio

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Klimonglue

Lyrics:
Pop three pills, cant feel, disassociate
Count my bills, take time, what i make today
2 plus 2
42
You ask how
Sold a dupe
Uav
In my room
Made a rack
In a coup

Fuckin up her body
Wit a pelvic thrust like shotty
Everybody
Gone want her hiney
I pull up wit bacardi

Who is you
What the fuck ya homie gonna do
Cus if its just 1 on 1
Your life through

Sippin henny out the hemi
Suace like spaghetti
Seven grams bust out the celly
Im too hot like I be Nelly

Finger fuck ya wife n aunty
Not ya moms that shit too sandy
Call me up n I will serve
Junkie Trapper Loser Nerd

Who the fuck is talkin man I

Barely got a family
All these hoes cannot stand to me
Prepare my bars so readily
Never care what you said to me
Now bitch dont be my enemy
Government keep try bannin, wait



Infect all you cities, cities
Workin up to millys, millys
If i steal some pilly, pillys
Split that shit up fifty fifty

Eatin half like laffy taffy
If i catch u laughin at me
Act a fuckin pyscho
Lose my mental
Get to body taggin

Xanny inside henny
Percs on top the oxies
Fucked up till we dropping
Powder pills we popping

Advocate
Dont motivate
Cant learn the trap
Not in my state
The cellophane
gone perforate
Dont ship it man
You lost my faith

Ay
Ay
I dont wanna be the main
If they got a lead for something
I will take the second place
Everyone gone want the winner
They aint gonna see my face
Sneak behind em when they dont expect it
And take everything

And thats that back talk
Scavenger
Dont ask me
Passenger
A mix tape
Pass to her
I always act
A ass to her
We In her daddy rari
Wish it was bugatti
Fuck her friend tomorrow
Show that bitch she cant afford it

HOOK

Junkie Trapper Loser Nerd +Klimonglue

Mixed by Big Roshi and Cxltgod
Written by Big Roshi and Saint Lazare
Produced by Klimonglue

https://soundcloud.com/yunglazarus

Lyrics:
I just sit inside my room alone I do not wanna know a thing about
The things you doin everyday it seems so stupid
I just make my money spend it onna diamond mike ike
Thats tight
Fuck me right?

I just made a rack to myself
No one cares
I dont need to work another day
No one cares
Maybe yall only wanna show
No shit
Finna go jump off a bridge
Do a flip

Good or bad
They gone hate you
Solo or dependent
They gone claim you
And theres not one thing you can do
if it makes them money
They gone kill you

So kill them for money
Thats how that work
And if you do not wanna do it
Then clock in to work
A jerk?
Bitch you never heard about the dirt?
You gone blame me for a system that they made before my birth?


Im like a big lie
A big guy
Wit a real knife

Tuckin up my heat because
I do not trust the here guys
If she got some money then
The money gettin spent tonight
I am not the wise man
Ruine dreams in front yo eyes

Fuck Me Right feat. Saint Lazare +Klimonglue

Mixed and Written by Big Roshi
Produced by Scorpio Prodz

Lyrics:
I just spent the day chillin wit my homies smokin
Fill my longues up till they green I never say im chokin
Merkin plenty chemicals enducin pyschosis
Water on her pussy split that shit like I be moses

30 calibur inside the rifle make em pose, shit
Pullin up to fire no one got a shot they gone miss
Taking real drugs, real green smell like cat piss
Bold of you to think, that Im gonna fuckin pass this

Murda on the beat, feds put my lines with the evidence
These underground losers claim they hard, but they aint shit
Woah
Fuck yo bitch on a boat
And this beef gettin old
Wrap that shit up wit the dope

Cus Im dope
Rob yo bitch for her burberry coat
Everytime you cause a scene
Swear I never fuckin know

Cus you scared of me
Weighed on me
Talk that shit you not my homie
Metal to his cranium
Not his heart boy he not that tony

Sellin bags out 98 intrepid
Everybody wanna talk but nobody gone wanna step it
If you come at me irrational you best fuckin correct it
I got issues witta attitude
None yo feelings een matter dude

I just put the lettuce next to medicine
Im makin soup
Thc and ecstasy help OCD anxiety
Maker her heel over and suck my dick just at the sight of me
I got that punk ass attitude that make you wanna fight with me




I done seen the blood run so deep that the shit look like it purple
Yall thought I was on some stupid shit like immitating urcle
Got a carcas gettin shot up bouncin like he hittin hurdles
Yall be scared when homies pass out I be scared when I cant hurt em

Thats that deeper shit
Pussy
Thats some thinking shit
Rookie
fuckin hoes who never shave
Put a strap on that 
wookie
Got that good smoke
Cookie
Used to always play
Hookie
Now the cops all after us
Cus it pays em when they 
Book em

UH

They divide mine
Cook em up like fine dine
Lobster on the menu
Cus its red when its wine time

Murder like its normal fine
Skrt the case like double time
No face no case
Why I hide mine

Fuck up something
Poppin something
Losin vision
Pukin nothin
Sober fuckin
Tender touchin
Painful lovin
Missin somethin

ay

AftrWrld +Scorpio

Big Roshi