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Beat Up

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling

[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your

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Do It

Lil Rob

1218, Pt. 2

2008

head
That's how I

[Chorus 1: (Fingazz) and Lil' Rob]
(Do it)
Fuck yeah, homey, and it works every time
That's how I
(Do it)
And it's getting

And I got nothing left to do but to sit back patiently
To make sure you continue hating me

[Chorus x2]
Lil' Rob, forever live my name
Lil' Rob, forever

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

and i'm texting back slow
Girl you know how it go I stay counting that money and fonem keep bringing in more
Plus I still love my Ex even though she don’t

Bustin' Off Shots

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed

Hood on my back and I came in the clutch

Rob who? Take what? You tweakin' (Von)
I said it was war, lil' nigga, I mean it
I done got out the floor,

put that bitch all on E
I came from mud
Yea it's dirt on my feet
Get yo hands dirty
I do it repeat
I got my boys in the back
No street
Load up the clip

Don't Come to LA

Y.G.

Still Brazy

2016

to come down to the CPT
Remember back when rappers was scared to come into town
Now its Hollywood passes man that shit on water down, damn!
A lil' change

scholarship because I lost it
No more football, my red-shirt senior season, exhausted, so I'm off it
Then I'm right back in Atlanta with a half a gram of weed

wait and lay for 'em
He ain't gon' do it, he ain't gon' do it li'l nigga
He ain't influence, he ain't influence li'l nigga
He ain't gon' pull it, he

why I'm still alive
Lil' Rob con trunamos since 95
Ain't no stopping me now
Lil' Rob is on the prowl
Don't ask me how cuz I don't have to explain it

Ese Lil' Rob (No importa donde) (If you hit it, gonna break my bumper)
Hey what up, holmes (Yo le rompo el bumper) (If you hit it, gonna break my

the plug, he just said he got it lil nigga
I met the connect on a Monday, by Friday the trap back jumping lil nigga
I got the backroom thumbing lil nigga

can be my guest
Caught him lacking, turned him to a bird he ran back to his nest
Homie fucked your bitch and sent you it
Now your bitch ass stressed

to black sands just get a tan
I got you telling all your friends about our lil plans
And the sex out in France and it's salsa when we dance
Had them legs

Orale
Orale pues it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B
The wicked little vato with those wicked rhymes for SD
San Diego, Southern Califas man controlling shit

A serpent's strangle got the game's ankle hurt like Kurt Angle
Bringing mortal chills like Achille's heel
Rob you blind in flip-flops like they do in Brazil

Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me

I'm Scared

Young Thug

So Much Fun

2019

'em)
I'm scared to count my blessings 'cause I'm gettin' watched by my opps (foes)
But fuck it, Lethal Weapon, let it rip from out the top of the drop

gotta pour it up
Know i gotta run it up for myself
And i don't want nobody help
Imma get it by myself
Cause they gon stab you in yo back just for

posted by the store 
I'm same lil nigga 
Who can never bag a Hoe 
I'm that same lil nigga 
I'm That same lil nigga
Im that same lil nigga
 
Now my pocket

slaps ( it slah' it 'slah)
Got the whole room buzzing when our shit play better run that shit back, yeah ( better run that shit back, yeah)
We bringing