Lyrics:
If I said you my nigga you know you my dawg you know you my brother for real,
Let's go on a Jugg late night when we ain't got no money let's rob us
down
Shit craze, 'cause I really started from the bottom
No bitch Drake, shooters in my hood is dummy rocking (Bop-boop)
Section eight, yeah my
know it
One of the Hottest
Kickin down yo door looking for some more
Rob and jy stay up in the studio
You can't name a fucking place we can't go
We
They say what comes around go around
And when you least expect it shit be goin' down
For the dollar bill, people will do anything (Yes, they will)
getting shut down early[01:06.18]I keep that pistol in my draws like my dick[01:09.42]12 tryna go through my phone remind me of my bitch (fuck
the legends that shaped my sound
Haters speak up and my fans shut them down
Filling my bank account with nearly insane amounts
Whenever my name's announced by
Ese Lil Rob
We go through them hard times man
Just gotta keep our heads up
Keep on walking
[Chorus]
These Cortez Shoes know all the hard times
View Lyrics: Mic Rob ~ Deal With It
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Viewing lyrics for Mic Rob ~ Deal With It by MiC RoB.
MIC ROB:
ITS TRIPLE EVERYTHANG
DEAL
Let them bitches hate they only hate you getting money
Being broke is a joke she be all about her money
Lil mama bout a dollar she ain't got
on some Lil Boosie shit
I'm tired of your complications and your foolishness
Intimidated by the one I chose to call my wife
But when I needed you, you
they go
Before I was even in the source trying to get 5 mics
I made deliveries for extra duck sauce and fried rice
For about 5 nights outta'
soundin' like a fuckin' clown
N.O.R.E. and them had to go and take the interview down
He defended the cop that had George Floyd on the ground
He say dumb
knowing that if she gon pop it
She gon go shopping down in Beverly
Make a movie in the photo room
Every time we step out
It’s a damn photo shoot
Palm trees
nigga, can't even open a jar
That bitch sucked my
Run down on that nigga, catch 'em
That lil boy shirt red
Not talkin' bout ketchup
Nigga you poor go get
getting mad I be fucking her friends
You can join too I ain't stingy let's go
After I fucked I pass em to bro
I dropped down from the head to the toe
I
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
up and down your body baby
Its love by design
Ooh u got me sayin babeh
Lil mama get down
Baby
Lil mama get down
Get Down
Lil mama get down
I'ma work
Self righteous walk I'ma Shut Em Down
You tryna rob the church I'ma Shut Em Down
Hit em where it hurts I'ma Shut Em Down
That gossip talk I'ma Shut Em
And on campus I heard about a couple rappers from Atlanta (okay)
Said them niggas be snappin', maybe we could make somethin' happen and shit
I wasn't serious
to bring me some
Motherfucking weed to this hospital
Fuck that, tell Uncle Paulie to go pick
Up ten thousand from
Dez and go take about 20 Gs from Nino
Tell
take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on
I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now
The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now
and close the doors
Man for what? Santa Claus Ho
And, we gonna blow ounce with him
G's up, hoes down
I got Santa Claus high as shit
Sitting by the tree
a boat off
I be spendin' hella money, yeah, I'ma show off
Ron Ron played the beat so you know I had to go off (go off)
They like, "All you talk about
to do a drive-by tonight, that's why we tint these nigga
Heard shots rang out, just riding on my 10 speed
Seen the windows down and the bitch squeezed
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