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[Verse 1]
Right about now it's time to rock
With the friggedy Rob Lobsta
(Lobsta, Lobsta, Lobsta, Lobsta, Lobsta)

[Chorus]
Bum to the bum to the bass
Bum to the bum to the bass
Bum to the bum to the bass
Bum to the bum to the Lobsta
Bum to the bum to the bass
Bum to the bum to the bass
Bum to the bum to the bass
Bum to the bum to the Lobsta

Do you know who you were 
Before the world told you
Who you were suppose to be
I was rapping to myself one day
And I wrote my own eulogy

Ive never been a poser
You've always been impastah 
I belong in the ocean
You're nothing more than lobsta 

In the tank!
On the Can

The truth is dirt
My words a seed then
If Love is water 
Then i guess 
I'm a tree
Don't forget the Pain
The sun brings the grief
But The growth it hurts G
Hey

I'm so disconnected
Feel the disconnection
I believe in nothing
I thank the lord for the nihilist

Ive never been a poser
You've always been impastah 
I belong in the ocean
You're nothing more than lobsta
In the Tank
On the can

(Sheesh)
I made it out the streets
(Sheesh)
I made it with my heat
(Sheesh)
I made it on the beat
(Sheesh)
I made it on the my feet
Man I got a Choppa for a nigga send em to the doctor
Ofc she my casta, in my casa eating all my pasta
Fuck that eat sum lobsta, with my ocsar, on my helicopter
Nigga made it prospa, with the washa, did it with no fatha

Runaway

South Park Mexican

Hustle Town

1998

(Chorus x2)

White postah, steak and lobster
Sautay shrimp, five fif and sauces
Craw fish, sausage, even austrage
Why test one from tha crack monters? 
Crunshes of the world of lobstas
My nina ross does wonders with tha crossas
Balas don't care, whatcha call us
Livin cautious, takin no loses
All my whole office, got no accompliss
Tha thought of bosses makes me nautious
Promised mom this time it's honest
Drop hit's and make lagidimate profits
Knowledge from tha street college
Reach for tha top, just watch tha copers
Imposter hate true Mobbstas
'cause we lost trust and we all bust...

Baby que pasa baby que pasa

Dime

(Yeah yeah uh)

Baby que pasa i'm tryna bring you right back to the casa 
Eat you like lobsta take a dip like Sriracha 
Yo friends talk a lotta guasa guasa
We gon hit him with the grasa
I'm the hottest on the blocka
Tick tocka ima make yo bed rocka
Shake it shake it shake it shake it like maracas 
She call me papa then bust a move like salsa 
This is nada I disappear like tada

(Yeah yeah yeah)

I be chilling wit my panas we be smoking on that lala then bust a move like bachata 
Off the juli dame otro trago 
Won't show em mercy no mercilago
They can't do it como yo lo hago 

(Nah)

Let's Wrap it up sandwechero 
She want D y Dinero baby I can put you on the payroll 
(Ya tu sabe baby)
You ain't messing with no feo bust a move like ayo n teo
(Never)
Babdolero como Don y Tego

Baby que pasa i'm tryna bring you right back to the casa 
Eat you like lobsta take a dip like Sriracha 
Yo friends talk a lotta guasa guasa
We gon hit him with the grasa
I'm the hottest on the blocka
Tick tocka ima make yo bed rocka
Shake it shake it shake it shake it like maracas 
She call me papa then bust a move like salsa 
This is nada I disappear like tada

They thought they could use me, use me
Spin the block
Sending shots out this uzi
So they thought they could use me, use me
I will not get played like a movie
So I ride with my shottas shottas
Smokin’ more them chimneys we some rastas
Booted up in some suits we some mobsters
Flippin sides you the biggest imposta
Boil you lobsta’s
I can do it better
Betta keep open ya options
Gun smoke in the air
You smell them toxins
Dig up all ya seeds
Take the life out your garden
Rockets blast like Houston, James Harden
Thinking this shit sweet
Nah bitch I’m spoiled rotten
Nowhere to hide
You scarfed up, Carlton
Don’t nobody see nobody
Case closed forgotten
I’ve been havin’ heart
Way back then kindergarten
You penny pinchers hear them whispers
You know what it is
30 to 1 I’m liking my odds
It’s really bout getting even
And I’m good at connecting dots
I’m good at taking shots
Overnight I sweep and mop
Editorial front page bitch
Yeah I’m bout the gunplay
Only day off is really on a Sunday
Really bouty bouty
Bitch hoe
No pump fake
Feed em all these leftovers
Scraps like its lunch break
Use me, use me
Spin the block
Sending shots out this uzi
So they thought they could use me, use me
I will not get played like a movie
So I ride with my shottas shottas
Smokin’ more them chimneys we some rastas
Booted up in some suits we some mobsters
Flippin sides you the biggest imposta
Boil you lobsta’s
Ima set the score straight
Watch em’ fall, snowflake
Hope ya mama got insurance
Geico or Allstate
I can do this all day
Servin’ like its gourmet
One hand grippin’
Other hand holding my latte
I’m the scary man at the end of an archway
I’m the boogeymen man, that’s slithering down your hallway
Light this bitch up
Like a show down on Broadway
Never take my kindness for no weakness
Fuck your sorry
Always
Doing what I gotta
Don’t cross me
Don’t cross me
I’ve been contemplating
Taking sips of my coffee
Don’t cross me
They thought they could use me, use
Spin the block
Sending shots out this uzi
So they thought they could use me, use me
I will not get played like a movie
So I ride with my shottas shottas
Smokin’ more them chimneys we some rastas
Booted up in some suits we some mobsters
Flippin sides you the biggest imposta
Boil you lobsta’s

Spanish Plug

Gucci Mane

Trap-A-Thon

2007

coca mudo necho cohina mucho es grande on the repo
Ese el pablo my barrio your barrio I'm ese my friende you speak real good engles
600 wednesday 5000 tuesday el nombre es gucci no punta no pussy
Ronas and kushi kilos and elbows chito seritas they come from mexico
There he go, 20 tacos got me 50 burritos, s 550 mercedes on flat shoals, que pasa manana
My guala guala, my partna partna, love to treat a nigga to a stingin lobsta, now a nigga owe him a million dollars,
Got me making 10 g's an hour, moneys power, time is money, you don't know the nigga then serve the dummy,
Serve the junkies then ride ashantis

[Hook]

What's the bombaglats my trap-spot, dreadlocks and rastas, rude boys and rude girls,
Jamaican mobsters, I shot the sheriff, smoking bob marley, all of this ecstacy is killing me softly
Turgo and curry, mid grade so pretty, this spots my x spot, can't dodge the red dot, smoking the lala,
Can't get no higher, where is me iya?

Bridge

Put it on your pizza,
Put it on your pasta,
Put it on your burga,
Put it on your lobsta for me!

Verse 3

Blue cheese,
Gorgonzola,
In my raviola.
No meal is complete
Without my cheese!

There are so many kinds of leaves like red orange yellow and green 
Then there is the pasta like the ones that grow from the trees
That is spaghetti which is so good
Then there is penne which is the sticks
STFU to the beaver
Just go eat some bussin pasta
Or some leaves like sa sa salad
It’s just all so bu bu bussin
 
Just go eat some pasta 
With some things like damn good lobsta
I just love it all because it is so good
It puts me in a mood
Pasta is just like leaves because it can be so healthy
 
There are so many kinds of leaves like red orange yellow and green 
Then there is the pasta like the ones that grow from the trees
That is spaghetti which is so good
Then there is penne which is the sticks
 
My dad told me to go eat some salad 
But i realized it’s un valid
You put solid in your pasta
But i realized that makes you impasta
That just makes me want to gag because it is just bad
 
There are so many kinds of leaves like red orange yellow and green 
Then there is the pasta like the ones that grow from the trees
That is spaghetti which is so good
Then there is penne which is the sticks
STFU to the beaver
Just go eat some bussin pasta
Or some leaves like sa sa salad
It’s just all so bu bu bussin
 
Just go eat some pasta 
With some things like damn good lobsta
I just love it all because it is so good
It puts me in a mood
Pasta is just like leaves because it can be so healthy
 
 
There are so many kinds of leaves like red orange yellow and green 
Then there is the pasta like the ones that grow from the trees
That is spaghetti which is so good
Then there is penne which is the sticks
 
My dad told me to go eat some salad 
But i realized it’s un valid
You put solid in your pasta
But i realized that makes you impasta
That just makes me want to gag because it is just bad
 
There are so many kinds of leaves like red orange yellow and green 
Then there is the pasta like the ones that grow from the trees
That is spaghetti which is so good
Then there is penne which is the sticks
STFU to the beaver
Just go eat some bussin pasta
Or some leaves like sa sa salad
It’s just all so bu bu bussin

Pull up skrr srt off the lot
Pay me in full feta cheese need the Guap
Shoutout God for all the  blessings
Live ya life don't let it stress ya
Nigga this loud you off xanny not poppin those
U Just a crab in a bucket like Papadeaux
Nigga hate me cuz his girl call me papa doe
Put the pack together and you know that it was proper
Come at the family banana in choppa
Sip my pinot with the caeser an the lobsta
They only see wins they don't see what it cost ya
they tell you that they love you but wait till they lost ya
I'm what happens when daddy got juice and ya momma got sauce
I walk in the spot like i own it, yung nigga i move like a boss

Burn This City

Birdman

Happy Father's Day

2008

Hot)

(Verse 2: Twista)
Niggas trip watch Twista, Weezy, and his daddy show em' heaven
Call the reverend
I'ma burn then up like 94 to 7 with a mac 11
Try to shoot up every part of you in my arsenal I'm an arsonist
On the 40 cal with the 50 clip uh uh you don't want no part of this
Any dude give a dude I'ma pop your oblongata
Call a doctor
Homie you are not Baby, not the Twista, and not the Carter
Don't be comin' to me actin' petty when I carry glocks to carve ya
Stop Tomorrow
You can break my hands I write with my mind you cant stop the author
Try to run up on the block why bother
I'ma shoot him the Pump then I go and throw his body in a ditch and wont nobody ever find you and wont nobody talk cause I'm a real street mobster
Ghetto gangstas that don't eat pasta
Only fuckin' with tha shrimp and tha lobsta
Murder tha pussy hole in ya boy when I'm dressed up like a roster
New Orleans and shot connect stay burnin' sticky
And we getting stomachs instead a getin' money that's why I'm on 50, shit
I only be fuckin' with niggas that's earnin' with me
If you try then you gon die, on fire, cause I'm so high watch how we burn this city

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Lil Wayne)
(Uh Huh..

Kid muchacho, muchacho kid, get flabby - (oh - choot that piece a chit.)  You
fuckin' lobsta piece a CHIT!  I'll stomp you like a duck.  And you ...you with your little happy chain of lighters ...you want to fuck with me, you fuck with the best!

Hook)

Imma whippin like Pasta
and I am too hard like Lobsta
삶은 피폐 like Rockstar
가까운 미래엔 되지 난 Rapstar
shut down like Skepta
1년 반째 전부가 다 비상
seoul city 전부 긴장
때려 끝나가니 이제 Corna

whip whip whip whip whip
whippin like Pasta
가질 시간이 없어 Tea time
먹을때마다 난 항상 Dinner

whip whip whip whip whip
whippin like Pasta
feel like I'm in Sicilia
go on tour 전부다 기상

I got a Glocka, hot like Siracha
Clip on peppers, you catch a lotta
Pull up on rubber and shoot through yo Honda
Die in that bucket like that boy a lobsta
He get a suit and tie, that boy a mobsta
223s and they flyin' out Dodgers
Eat bullets like that boy a boxer
MP9, and them pollas
Someone inside of the trunk like yo partna
Like who need an issue?

Fly me to the moon like Sinatra, 'natra
Zoom zoom through like a Mazda Miata
Call me hot stuff, like a fresh plate of pasta
When we get home, you'll be gettin Kielbasa
Girl you got me barking like chihuahua, arf arf
You can wear my meat, I need me a Lady Gaga
Not a cheap dude, you'll get seafood, lobsta
When we get home, you'll be gettin Kielbasa
Feeling hella laid back, I'm listening to Shake Back
I'd like to think that somewhere, my music's being played back
In a club, or a disco, or maybe a private plane
But if it's playin through your headphones, then I cannot complain
Living life how I want, gonna have the world in my palm
Gonna have a girl on my arm, if I'm really feeling bougie
Feeling lavish, feel like da bomb, I won't go to Milan
I'll just treat myself to an expensive-ass chicken parm
I ain't eating salad but I'm picking at the croutons
What is you on, don't go on hating on my new songs
Where ya been girl, it's been too long
You should slide through and take it off, like a coupon
I'm not in my bag, I'm not in my zip-loc
Tryna make a bag, then I'll cop myself a wristwatch
You can't make me mad, I'm never getting pissed off
Always over the moon, 3-2-1 liftoff
Just relax yourself, breathe deep, and let me pour the wine
Ain't got time to simp, I am Rigby, I'm no Mordecai
But if you wanna be with me, I can be that sorta guy
Slackin' on these chores of mine, cuz I still got more to write like
Fly me to the moon like Sinatra, natra
Zoom zoom through like a Mazda Miata
Call me hot stuff, like a fresh plate of pasta
When we get home, you'll be gettin Kielbasa
Girl you got me barking like chihuahua, arf arf
You can wear my meat, I need me a Lady Gaga
Not a cheap dude, you'll get seafood, lobsta
When we get home, you'll be gettin Kielbasa
Spend the night all over me, girl be my pajamas
Got me feeling so at peace, you balancing my chakras
I know lowkey you want me to horizontally cha-cha
When we get home, you'll be gettin Kielbasa
Time with me is heavenly, I'll be your Nirvana
My door is open 24/7, I'll be your Wawa
Don't wanna have no drama, don't wanna meet your mama
All I really wanna do is give you this Kielbasa

I just pulled up with my big body
Don't talk to me or don't talk to my friends
LANGA just got out the pen
Family forever, this shit never end
I'm sick of sinning, let's go make amends Better yet, I'm the man with the plan
Now I eat pasta and lobsta'
Starstruck, used to eat out the can.

Back to the basics
Classic kicks hang the laces
Sleepwalking off the vapors
The vibe is so contagious
Confidential conversations With my day ones
Plugging all the leaks
Im ten toeing on this pavement
I'm so so evasive
Ain't no snaking or no statements on the record
Only snaking on the collar from the Gucci spring collection
So committed to my section
Not to mention
We so relentless
The loyalty can't be questioned no imitations
From now on it’s all facts when you speak the name
Ain't much changed
Just my taste for bitter champagne
Fast lanes packs of the gas in them trash bags
Potent strands
Had to @ the plug for the hashtag
I move fast
Never hear the engine when I breeze pass
That's fast cash
Swipe a sixteen then I zip zag
Double back
Risk it all just to double up the stash
Hit up Ruth’s for the Lobsta MAC
(Ruth’s Chris that is)
It's time to wake em up
This that 4 am folders
The game colda than a pola sippin Coca Cola
My feet up she rubbing shoulders trynna pull me closer
(Come here Daddy)
Catching vibes off the Stella Rosa
I bet you you never felt like this before
Ain’t much to it I just keep it so original
Check the score
I Run the clock up on these average joes
By any means through the four seasons
Under pressure we don't never fold

Burr
I had to represent
I had to represent
I had to
Shout out my nigga G P
I had to represent
You see me in that Louis or Vetements
I be dripped to the tee when i'm stepping in
Flizzy gang rep'n it fell like the president aye
Bitch I had to get it in
I might hop out that lambo, jump in a benz
Im from Brooklyn lil bitch I'm a resident
Excuse my insolence trust me i'm built for this
Mowing the grass for the snakes and the oppers
Run up on me I tell G P to pop ya
I make the 30 sing like a opera
I got on hella bling when I pop up
30 my brethren like shottas
You not the real Flizzy boy you an imposta
I hit up Del'fris for the stake and the lobsta
Spanish mami wanna come to mi casa
You wanted some lean ima re rock ya
Sip promethazine I don't need vodka
They thinking they me, they some imposter
Im writing up scripts I don't need doctor
Just kick me the works like we playin soccor
4k on a shirt got me lookin prop'a
Put him in the dirt if he try to rob us
I speed in the vert digging on the coppers
Boy you a Urkel so that's why your Winslow
We throwing bullets at opps like a in toe
Im making racks and I make it look simple
Trap with my kinfolk I pop you no pimple
I pop you no tires
Lil bitch i'm on fire
Blowing this dope someone pass me the lighter
Im dripping that swag forgiato my tires
He say he the plug but my bro the supplier
Im dressed in that Ricky that Raff my attire
He don't got no bands man that boy is a lier
Lil bitch i'm a king they calling me Siaher
You need you some racks so come and get hired
Aye don't give him no strap cause that boy ain't gonna fire
I been sipping that drank but I ain't getting tired
If you need you a verse then just send me the wire
She loving my swag Italian designers
Brand new Rollie you know that i'm timeless
Lil shorty she bad lil mama the finest
Im throwing them bands i'm changing the climate
See I know my roll, it was perfect timing
Burr
I had to represent
You see me in that Louis or Vetements
I be dripped to the tee when i'm stepping in
Flizzy gang rep'n it fell like the president aye
Bitch I had to get it in
I might hop out that lambo, jump in a benz
Im from Brooklyn lil bitch I'm a resident
Excuse my insolence trust me i'm built for this
Mowing the grass for the snakes and the oppers
Run up on me I tell G P to pop ya
I make the 30 sing like a opera
I got on hella bling when I pop up
30 my brethren like shottas
You not the real Flizzy boy you an imposta
I hit up Del'fris for the stake and the lobsta
Spanish mami wanna come to mi casa
Facts!

Call my pole p knocker cause ima keep knocker
I'm not goin shoot no petty shots ima keep flocking
Started claiming hella hoods lil bro started flip flopping
Ain't goin switch no other hood ima keep mobbing

Niggas doubt on me but nigga I ain't goin break a sweat
Niggas snitching and you still let them niggas claim your set
These Niggas talk down on my name cause I'm up next
I would start taking these niggas serious but these niggas ain't a threat
Ima fuck around and chase a nigga down
But it's not worth my time because these niggas clowns
Got a XD when I blow it, it would not make no sound
My lil bro keep a drac I keep a 4 nick
Sliding threw the hood best believe we keep like 4 sticks
You already know me and my nigga is some mobstas
I don't give a fuck nigga ima fuck around cook your pasta
On my momma you already know my lil bro he a dondada
Top shotta yeah you know he goin fuck around do the roster
I aint fucking on that bitch because that bitch smell like lobsta
I'm a money bag getter all my condoms made wit Prada

I tried and I tried
But I couldn't convince you I couldn't convince you
No more lies tell me you secrets tell me your secrets

Slow down slow down to a stall down to a crawl
Goooo down you go down

Baby I'm a star look into my heart
Grab onto my neck don't let go
Baby your a spark to soothe my bleeding heart
Give it to me hard when my eyes close
Close your mind on a whim for now ooooooou

And you can get hiiiigh
Spend all of your cash on a hundred dolla lobsta 
You can be real fly
But don't pay the price cuz you know it's not worth it
Oou im gonna get it ooou im gonna get it when you
Slow down slow down
And get high

Baby I'm a star look into my heart
Grab onto my neck don't let go
Baby your a spark to soothe my bleeding heart
Give it to me hard when my eyes close
Closing your mind on a whim and he goes cuz he don't even
Know what he don't know
Oh baby you're a spark to soothe my bleeding heart (soothe my bleeding heart)
Oh baby you're a spark to soothe my bleeding heart (soothe my bleeding heart)

By di cliffs so high, where di waves crash below, (crash below)
Lobsta and jerk, wid a fiery glow, (fiery glow)
Friends all around, laugh in di air, (in di air)
At di bottom of di island, nothin' can compare (can compare).

1 muthafucka
2 muthafucka
3 muthafucka 4
Wanna come at me over they bitch
First she hit me up and showed me and said don’t say shit
Say she wanna pretty ass nigga she can hang wit
My conscience never stop me so I’m down with the shit
Put her down with the clique
Smoked a round with yo bitch
Prolly put her in the Porsche and hit the town with yo bitch
And we cracking jokes on you see imma clown with yo bitch
Take her out in some shit you prolly copped her nigga
Taught yo bitch how to open up my lobsta nigga
Make her drive 30 minutes to meet me so she can see me
Send her ass back to you she still text me mad me when she leave me
Once you found out about me you stalking and wanna be me
I'm Watching my every move I’m like b a n k s tv.

C'est La Vie the thorough set we don't gamble with threats
We shoot a missile its official how we handle the rep
If its an issue we gon get you having you jumping the steps
Split ya igloo ain't no tissue gonna cover the mess- Ha Ha
Shottas rumble in the jungle 50 G's a day boss up and self fund you
Lobsta's mussels on the menu fettuccine white wine a bill that could plunge you
Millions heavy on the play bank opens up at 9, 8 am we on the come through
Yea we mobbing focus on the play whole table gotta eat i brought a buffalo to run through- C'est La Vie!

You said you
Love me but
You did me cold

Blame it on ya
Anger but thats
Gettin old

All the
Secrets
That i shared
I shoulda never told

I get it
Hurt me like
I hurt you
But thats fvckin
Bold

Toxic shit i had to
Leave I couldn't
Breathe

Only thing
That kept me
Calm was blowin
Trees

Everyday you
Wanna argue
Lemme be

Cant plant
My roots
If you dont
Never try to
Seed

Shallow water
But im icy
On the rocks

Come to senses
When im touchin
On ya crotch

Played ya cards
Then i fell into
Ya plot

Start switchin
Up
When I moved
Into ya spot

Just let me
Rock

Imma beast
Imma dog
Imma monster

Basic nigga
Growth

But now its
Legendary prosper

Started ravioli
But im ending
Penne vodka

Started penny
Broke but now
My pockets
Larry lobsta

People always
Say they care

Yea when the
Sun out

Every dog
Has its days

Just waitin for
Mine to come round

Phoney
Niggas leave
While im
Posted with
The sun down

Gotta stay
Humble cause
Im comin out
The mud now

She see me
Doing good so
She wanna give it
Up now

Dusse in my cup
Now

Ion give a fvck now

Hammy down
Turn to garbage
Yea i got the run down

In one ear and
Out the other
Yea im hearin
Dumb sounds