Whitney and Bobby

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Now, baby, I should rob somebody, ayy So we could feel like Whitney and Bobby
Ayy, ooh, it's Dre, man You know what the f*ck goin' on
Ayy, but listen to me, uh, ayy
I used to tell everybody I could rap, they ain't believe me

Now, when I turn the clubs up, nobody leaving
Ma be like my son, he gon' be on fuckin' TV
When they ask where a nigga from, bitch, I'm from Cleveland
Matter of fact, we gon' turn this bitch up this evening

I ain't Roddy Ricch, but I be ballin' every season
Got a nigga walkin' out the bank straight cheesin
Ice on my wrist and my neck, I be freezin
Rock side to side, everybody in here leanin

Ayy, this a hellcat, bitches ain't no demon
Got a nigga feelin' like some weed, she be feenin
She be like, bae, when you f*ck, can you ease in
I wanna show you some real love, let's talk about it

And if they f*ck with you, baby, yeah, you know I got it
I don't even fuckin' play like that, yeah
I got a big ass 40, make him dance like he Mike Jack
I be tryin' to tell Gang Chill he don't know how to act

I be tryin' to roll these opps up and put him in the pack
I be talkin' hella shit, but I be spittin' facts
And I be flippin' all these phones, I be flippin' jacks
I don't give a f*ck about niggas, I say f*ck them all

Niggas be like, Dre, kta cause I kill them all
And I be ballin' on these niggas like I'm John wall
Niggas tryin' to slow me down, bitch, I never stall
I used to tell everybody I could rap, they ain't believe me

Now when I turn the clubs up, nobody leaving
Ma be like my son, he gon' be on fuckin' TV
When they ask where a nigga from, bitch, I'm from Cleveland
Matter of fact, we gon' turn this bitch up this evening

I ain't Roddy rich, but I be ballin' every season
Got a nigga walkin' out the bank straight cheesin
Ice on my wrist, on my neck, I be freezin
Ayy, plug, man, I'm takin' over, we can get into it

No Madagascar , I like to move it, move it
I see you throwin' all that ass, I like the way you do it
I need to see you throw it back when they play my music
Niggas playin' foul till they get caught with that tect

Got a round of applause, pussy, bitch, don't get clapped
My bitch said she irritated cause I'm somewhere she ain't at
Had to tell her chill, bae, you know I'm somewhere where the money at
A lot of niggas count you out when you count them in

Every time you play your cards, boy, you never show your hand
You ain't hoppin' in this whip, boy, you a bitch, you ain't gon' spin
You ain't hoppin' on this dick if you ain't thick or bring a friend
How the f*ck is this a competition, boy, I'm finna win

How the f*ck is we in competition, you ain't countin' bands
How the f*ck is you a freak, but, when we f*ck, I move your hand
I know these bitches wanna f*ck me cause they know that I'm the man
I used to tell everybody I can rap, they ain't believe me

Now when I turn the clubs up, nobody leaving
Ma like my son, he gon' be on fuckin' TV
When they ask where a nigga from, bitch, I'm from Cleveland
Matter of fact, we gon' turn this bitch up this evening

I ain't Roddy Ricch, but I be ballin' every season
Got a nigga walkin' out the bank, straight cheesin
Ice on my wrist and my neck, I be freezin
I wanna show you some real love, let's talk about it

And if they f*ck with you , baby, yeah, you know I got it
I don't even fuckin' play like that
Yeah, I got a big-ass 40, make him dance like he mike jack
I be tryna' tell gang, nigga, you don't know how to act

I be tryna ' roll these oops  up, so put up in a pack
I be talkin hella shit, but I be spittin' facts
And I be flippin' on these phones, I be flippin' facts
I be flippin' jacks

I'm too robbed, nobody pays
I've been through the fire, boy
Whitney and Bobby, we tough
But I'm afraid of livin' this life

It's getting harder to justify
I realize that I just don't love you

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