Lyrics:
the silly extensions?"
One bitch they all hit, that's a video vixen
I treat this lil' nigga like a lil'
Nigga and really will lynch him
I hop out on him in
no food on my plate, should I go rob n kill, I had to go to da stu finna drop me a tape, feel it’s my time fr, imma stay dangerous lil bitch, cuz
Told that lil' boy I got big ol' stacks
Plus I ain't need no gang
Heard he got big old aim
Heard he wanna hit like kick, kick
Cake, huh, Easy Bake
I come
to the mic these rap niggas get quiet they no that I'm coming correct
I'll murder your album with 1 minute verses you know that the cadence erect
True life
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
knob, like corn on the cob
I break a bitch, like Chyna did Rob
Put a ho to work like she went and got a job
Everybody hit man, welcome to the mob
I needed
I hit the road on the weekends to do a show
Ain't ask for money but they
Still gave a lil' dough
Just a bunch of wild kids in the front row
lil shit for a minute
When I first hit the club
They didn't know who I was
Now I peep all them boys in my mentions
If they throw me some racks imma
yeah
My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah
I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah
Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah
I used to want
She just grippin all on my tool
Rob like 50 bands for the crew
I been
Only focus on u
I dont
Know why u trippin boo hey
Ridin all by my lone
Spent
[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
a personal lick" (got this one)
Hit a corner, Tez get a lil' closer, he tryna hit (he want it)
Parked in front of the crib, Tone man's jumped out with
lil' bum nigga
You walk around ya house in an
Old Versace robe wit' one slipper
Made an album called Split Personalities
Until I smack them all back into
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
here (Hot in here)
Ooh, pole, huh
Hit that lil' bitch with the broom, huh (Broom)
Why in the fuck is Melly walkin' around with all of these goons? Uh
Came Straight off The boat
Ha
Came from the mud
Bitch I'm clean big soap lot of suds (uh Yea)
Yea my Spiff big Drip
Imma Walkin jacuzzi lil tub (uh)
on the wop he wanna rob he tryna die today
You niggas dont got no drop he tryna slide slide slide slide
Hit ay switch on all the blicks
ay youngin don't miss
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
hit you
Soon as you said it, you regret it
I keep my chest like gas stations unleaded, fuck you
Shit's Breaking Bad in the hood, man
It's all good
thang
Reggie Rob I do my thang
What if there was no tomorrow
I know some days full of sorrow
Just gotta ball on these muthafuckers
Like you hit the lotto
a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug
gang
Or run some shit over
Blrrrd, yeah
Ayy
Kutthroat business, lil' dog, get your throat slit
My nigga went flodgin', he don't think that I
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Boot up on Molly
Don't roll by me
Kill a nigga
Throw away the body
We all in her pockets
Her name Polly Yeah!!!
Dat lil hoe sloppy
Lil bruh she not
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