Lyrics:
Bahdi-by-by
Get it.. right, nigga
They all know Lil' Weezy ride at.. night, nigga
I dip low, and I'm strapped up.. tight, nigga
Duct tape your momma,
Matic, he got gas for ya mama
Keep it smooth, I don't really like drama
I'll never go and sacrifice my mama
Like Ye went and up and did to Donda
(Finna get
boy, you foolish
When you die and go meet her, she gon' tell you you stupid
If these pussies got a problem, you know I got a solution
We gon' do it
Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im
followers
She a gobbler
Drop that pen (drop it)
Put it in, navi and we can link
I fuck her friends (friend)
She a lil', she a lil' beast (she a lil
people to rob
I reminisce about the day I got robbed
Ain't ashamed to say I got robbed
Its a beautiful day someone gone get robbed
They ridin' round
piece
I'm the blueprint, I have your clothes
Lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints
When I bless a joint, it's like Spock
Came up
See it want it buy it own it
See it want it buy it own it
See it want it buy it own it
Thats what lil flippa told us
If you got the money
My black ass
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
rob ya
Pull up with water, pull out of your daughter
Got my other side with me, damn he a monster
Heart broke in the bottom, they saying I got ya
Less
Dont need no partnas
Cuz I'm a shotta
Barrel to the head
They Gon try to rob ya
They don't know me
I'm by my lonely
Can't fuck with these bitches
It's DJ Clue
Aquamini and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box and the feathers
Fuck the hatas and the hellas
Like you know it's on tonight
Cause
and Roc-A-fella
I got the blue box and the feathers
Fuck the hatas and the hellas
Like you know it's on tonight
Cause everything got kinda reder
Who can rip like
[Baby]
Baller Blockin'
Nigga I don't give a fuck
When it's on, it's on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch
I'm a neighborhood superstar
and bitch I got my weight up
Niggas know what's happenin', y'all niggas know what's brackin' (what)
Niggas sayin' who went out bad, when'd it happen?
Ayeee
I said it's tht (csb)
We ont do that shit over here
We ont do that dissing shit
Yeah
How we gettin' to the sack
Don't got nothin' to do with
just
To make a profit
Bodies dropping price dropping need a pint
You know I got it
Call me when you outside park
By the fire hydrant serve 'em or rob 'em
Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin
See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin
I bought some new ones in, to replace the older
I flip and scrip 9 minute EF three
Playin by different bitches 'cause my face in the paper
Profile done although she couldnt describe me I got
I rob da plug on the first had to get back
Bitch it's da first of the month gotta get back
I'm in the kitchen I'm whipping dat good crack
I rob da
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 your area
[Lil' Rob]
Creepin up on your ass you won't even see or hear me coming
Be running I'm becoming some thing evil fuck people fuck sequals
Got
Where Brooklyn at?
Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at?
We gonna do it like this
Anytime you're ready, check it:
I got seven Mac 11's, about eight 38's
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