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rob me
I wouldn't wanna be him
Foe nem in the back
They from the raq
They steady toating sticks
Know sum felons shooters youngins who be wit the robbin

i ain’t talking bout Patrick 
I be stretching da pack out, like elastic 
All my niggas eating, we ain’t doing no fasting 
You got served by me,

I won't treat a Rhinestone like a fucking diamond
She be fussing but she know that I be fucking grinding
They just bring the plan to Fadah we discuss

Do It

Lil Rob

1218, Pt. 2

2008

[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up
That's right (What's happenin', holmes)
That's right
Lil' Rob (What's going on, ese)
Hey you know what, I feel like partying

Momma told me that if you got it then you should be conceited
Never told me that if I tried it'd tear my heart to pieces
Same old record but still I

They all in my mix tryna figure me out damn
Mind your business
L4E Fuck your producer my beat is by my meechie
Aye tryna get in my mix and figure me

She lookin like she wanna fuck
Lil bitch she say that I'm handsome baby girl I can't be romantic
I'm too busy taking these chances Tryna put my lil

in my face
Got me like wait
I been the one that'll bend
They wanna see if I break
That's how it shake
They wanna know throw me a curve
Y'all just a lil

that's when you need to pray
And I ain't saying I'm against that
But when the going gets hard you gotta get hard
I meant that
Toughen up
Lil homie buckle

on my cloud (huh)
I was who you tryna be right now (huh)
Try ride tha wave & you might drown (wowo)
Left her on read she like how foul (wowo)
Rob that lil

this was meant to be, yup

At 16 in my room alone writing poetry
The 16's for Mac, yo, I didn't know a thing
I'd rap crouched down by my washing machine

to a real G
It might get you killed b
Social media real thieves
They rob & conceal these lil' teens
All this Propaganda is the real scheme
& I’m the biggest

grimy
Cut the one bitch off she kept crying she was a little winey
Before you try to rob me stupid bitch better think wisely
Lil bro don't go to school

It's the speed tablets
Up scorchin' in Hellfire, aura fryin'
The scenе is mortifyin', horrors
Dyin', portals widen
In my crib on some Coraline shit
Rob

nah I aint Khaled
Won't be caught up in the mix
Nah I don't make salad
You say you don't rock with this
Then bitch you aint valid
Marley, Fronto for

of this shit up like a damn garage
Ay,
Rob the fuckin' plug, I'm tryna sabotage
Put me in a mix, I'm tryna serve a couple thangs or two
All them bitches

F the BS

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Swass

1988

to figure out how
Mix-A-Lot made the drums go (POW POW)
Understand it's the undercover game plan
Mix-A-Lot soon to be your (TOP MAN)
Yes sirry and put my

dead
Cat piss haze yeah it's a lil musty
This Shit was meant for me I ain't lucky
And my new bitch aww she a doll
But that Bitch son is bad he like

a lick think ima rob him and his bitch you moving to quick , you bitches aint shit its 301 up in the mix you bitches is sad  aint making no bag  im onna

on the wall yea he spilled him
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put the code in nigga we taking your

ain't hurt no bitch
My heart stay on the run, my love out the mix, I'm sorry lil' baby can't do that shit
We can try but it won't even work, I might do

She like, can I get a sip? This ain't pop, bitch
I be leaning off the soda, this a wock mix

My lil' yeah, she the coldest, she a top pick
My life is

in a Buick
Twisting up dro with a 4 in some root beer
Kicking in doors rob ya folks for they jewelry
Niggas be hoes but me, I'm exclusive
Screwing my

You take a Perc' and I take two, I be high
Hey (I be high, hey)
Shake time, lil' nigga, well, by now
I don't even like weight (Well, by now)
I ain't