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you can't hide
Don't let me see you fuck you
Bullets burn your ass like gonorrhea (Whoo)
My dirty ass bitch, Nina
You don't wanna see her
Converse, much

I'm Still Riding Like That

Lil Rob

Neighborhood Music

2004

[Chorus]
Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that
Ese Lil Rob's back in

Can't spell "slime" without M-E (M-E)
Slime bought the car that I'm ridin' in (slatt)
Turn a nigga in, we gon' rob him (rob him)
Mob boss, nigga, like

B.R.

Black Rob

Life Story [Clean]

1999

[Black rob]
Yo, aiyyo, yo, yo
It's kill or be killed
My skills leavin' them chilled on ice 
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can't touch
Won't

Ready for War

B-Legit, Mac Shawn, Harm

Westside Riderz, Vol. 1

1998

ain't nowhere to hide
Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life
In the midst of the twist I'll be down to ride

[chorus]
[Bizzy]
We're ready for war

Dead Presidents

Yo Gotti

Rather You Than Me

2017

presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead

hood
Rob who swear to God I wish a bitch would
Lil brudda on the phone he say it's all good
Bug say he prayed fore he sent the box back
But UPS still hit

(what they feel)
All my people gon' be eating what they kill (what they kill)
Rob the rich and leave 'em with the fucking bill
Nigga, we gon' rob

to death
I ain’t gon have it
Nah i’m writing so my soul can get some cleansing
I'm writing for my
Bro’s
Shit
I'm writing for my lil cuz
I promise
We gon make

and Yung Lil we bring them problems for real
We gonna ride
Call your man Orri Wit Da 40 we gonna slide
Just in case you try to run up on me nowhere to hide

Slide and we take more down
Nigga come up the score now
She gone send the addy, we sliding, we kicking doors down
Did lil mama dirty, she moving like she

out the cubby
Go head and shoot
Bitch stick ya head out roof
Baby show me what you do
Shoot at his crew
Put that lil boy on the news
Rob a nigga for his

Free lil Zae up out the system the hoes and the streets miss em
Rip my cousin Greg they rob him ain't have to kill em
Can't believe my Nigga dead feel

Yeah man
Uhm too crazy uhm that lil kid
Uhm too lazy uhm that lil kid
Uhm so lazy you can swear uhm a prince
What you know uhm that lil kid
Ah ah ah

Black Tee

Bun B

Trap House

2005

[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank

can't say that I'm not shit
Can't say that I'm toxic

They gotta see that this talent, I can't hide it
I been looking out for niggas, I can't hide
Local

no different 'round here

Oh my, God, I can't believe my eyes
Wake up everybody you know (we all got away from you)
Come on watch the garden grow

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

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,

damn fine to me
Hey babe, come a little closer
So that Lil' Rob can hold ya
As I drop a little taste for my race
Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips

like hide and seek

Yo follow me
Don't run just leap 
Watch me feast on what flies my way
Lyrics high grade to keep you hydrated 
Tuition is free so it's

all good from Dago to LA
Frank V and Lil' Rob making that major pay
In a Caddy coupe, 64 rag Chevrolet
We drink tequila straight, man fuck that

LamboTruck

Reason

ROTD3.COM

2019

And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I'm able

Ay, what's those? You want these
You gotta have

pull Up to your crib
Pull up to your crib
Glocky got a lil kick back emptied The clip out hurt my wrist
I used to rob nigga for theirs now I Got mine