Lyrics:
to set me up one time
I left my car, came back, and my car wasn't right
I seen my door cracked open, and I lost my mind
Me and 'lil D was gon' rob her, but
my zone
I know lil brodie aint gone slide for me
Most of my homies aint gone ride for me
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Ok let's go
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
Ok let's
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
percentage just like Kobe (uh-uh, perfect)
Whew, child (uh-uh)
She was suckin' my dick like wow (uh-uh)
Bein' broke never was in style (uh-uh)
Lil' boy, go
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
go touch a hundred without goin' to jail is me
Only nigga with a song hard as "First Day Out" is Meek
Boy, you sweet
Heard you let them niggas rob
her legs then she drop
Bring her here
Put my hand on her twat
You know you like it bitch
So don't be upset
Let it go
Cause I cant get it wet
Bad for
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
figgaz
Check game you lil' young punks
World wide mob figgaz
All you niggas is jealous cats
What? what?
Uh, uh, now put them hands up
Rich niggas
watch that pitch
Imma beat that ass you choose ya switch lil boy
Let me explain
They got me trapped in a game
They cut me deep dealt the pain
Now I cut
By
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Walk on by
Yeah, bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead (walk on by)
I let all that get to my
When they call
Up my phone
Click click click
Let it go
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Gleam mode
Yes I live by G code
New York so they Rob Dinero
I
to dismantle
Can't slay Rob
How many niggaz done tried to play Rob, quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggaz under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm
wood (that dope)
My dogs 'nem, they so cuckoo (let's get it)
Too turnt up for Lil NuNu
My niggas demons, voodoo (let's get it)
They facing shit like
smoked him in my Robins
Rob a nigga dark night, like Gotham
That nigga is trash, and LeBron he floppin'
I already knew that the lil'
Nigga was a bitch
the mustang
Let that muther fucker bang
Doing 180 bout to rob a muthafucken fucken
Bank
I'm just tryna get rich
I don't wanna do shit
Just trynna go home
you raise that lil' bitch, man, she givin' gray heads
Tell that bitch come up right now, I'll be her friend, dude
And I don't want that lil' bitch,
I don't give a fuck
Lil' bitch tryna pull up, she just tryna fuck
Got that glocky on me, yeah it's sendin' you up, yeah
Let's go
My money long like
Came in that bitch with a 50 round
Drum if that nigga want smoke
Im like bet where it at
Just crashed the hellcat but ima
Go to the dealer and im
with force of a Yoda
And Please don't forget all those things that I told ya
Or I will be buzzin' your line, Motorola
Go Lower
Work that motor
Let me get
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