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she keep blowin up my phoneline
I'm with Veeze and lil' Rob and them bros got like four knots
Lil' nigga showin' ten, I can make that shit in no time

even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'

Going up first floor (Ayy)

This P4K, you can call me another day
A hundred somethin' rounds we dumpin'
Left his body by the lake
You tried to save him,

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for

this shit by the loads them bows six hundred an O 
I'm tryna get it tomorrow they tryna stall 
I'm tryna slide today Lil bitch see I'm boss 
She wanna uh

Dead Presidents

Yo Gotti

Rather You Than Me

2017

Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,

Bout green, then the bitch, nigga, died by a slut
I told my youngest to spend, only pay them in blood
Watch my slattys go, hop out that truck
Bitch, know

get em back
I swear when they hear this they gone tell the Dj to play that shit back
Played the bitch I ain't talking a skit
Yeah lil bitch i think I'm

on hustlin', baby, you gon' get rich
Niggas be thinkin' this life shit funny, I live in the movie, your shit is a skit
Lil' pop was down bad, grab the blueprint,

good, I'm livin' too good

I could give a lil' damn bout a bitch
Uh, he misunderstood
He misunderstood when I said my lil' bro shooting skits
Yeah, yeah,

lyrics dirty
But my record is clean all my records is me
I'm flexing I'm flexing
Know lil nigga I'm flexing
You prolly warn rob me
Know now this ain't no

Victor Baron

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

Click shit, Click shit nigga
Click shit, Click shit nigga

[E-40]
Skit, skank, ska-dattle, made ya truck rattle
Grimey on the grind, extra dark like

yeah she shy but she like it ruff hard as a rock and I’m built Ford tuff drove thru the mud just to get a lil cut face down and her ass to the sky facing

protruded with a stick
Bent the block no double back I got the shells up in this bitch
You could catch me with lil brodie he a shooter from the hip
I'm a big

You know I got up on em I got blood on my nikes
I'm really in the streets that be y'all wit allat typin
Lil puppies just barkin big dawg I'm really

the fiends buying
Niggas been broke so long
Nigga they jeans tired
Jack rob mack scam whatever mob
See I can do a skit right
Now I'll still pray to god
Blessed

Ayo Mah, get to the bag
Turn me up a little bit here Boogin
A homicide, another nigga died just the other day
My lil' bro banged my line, he asking

j'peux spit fire tout incendier
L'enfant du feu, El Nino Fuego, des oiseaux rouges parmi les cieux présage de pyro
Un peu vieux jeu comme Rob De Niro pas

Lil Jay gone get close enough to give a opp nigga high five 
I'm in the booth turnt up with a Glock with a 50 round drum holding hallows
Ain't going for

to the papi's, then I got some Takis, I went to the store, to get some Huaraches, u can't stop me, ya mans tryna rob me, ya mans tryna sock me, I finnesed u for ya

I been taking these drug and been playing wit guns
And lil bro said I'm making him nervous
If I see a opp and that nigga get shot and it come from my

But when it comes to your joy the game tends to rob it
So what do you do?
What do you choose?
In between dreams and you taking a chance on losing your

Brown Crowd

Lil Rob

Crazy Life

down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one 
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait

they won't get me gone today
Cuz told me to keep a tool he almost got hit by a stray
I hit the road and I ain't coming back until I see the sun