Lyrics:
yuh can rob it
Me hear she deh a foreign get fat and get heavy
And a me she want and mi know me have fi wuk it
Tony Curtis and A.R.P.:
On that
Everybody think you shy but I know you a freak
Lil' baby (yeah)
I been overseas goin' crazy (yeah)
I can tell you love it when we made up (ayy)
Black
inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg
I just put twenty racks on his head, the young nigga slidin', dawg
I get a bag, then double it (double it)
the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve
real
That's my lil' nigga, I taught him to get it how he live, nigga
Look, look
That time I forgot the bills
Ain't been home in two weeks
the lobby
They tried to rob me
My QU peice hit me off with my ends low
Said that she love me
I caught her with Winslow
Rockin' that slow bucks my chick
In he
and my daughter gettin' chased by my son
The water gun is in his arms, that lil' nigga can run
He get it from his daddy side, you know, them Nigerians
when he fold on 'palo creed
I'ma certified G Waka Flocka too street
You can call me concrete, raised by grocery
I'ma ride
I'ma ride
I'ma live
smelled the shit up, went to coughin', I laughed
He said this shit already must be hit, so it ain't gotta take no bath
Get it by me, try to stop me, pop
high as fuck
Catch me in the lost and found
Better use common sense checkin' me out
For bitch I can stand for
And up, get yaself in this clique
Without
I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga, who you love to slide, we make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg,
really ready?
No, I hit make 'em sick like a *choghs* bad cold
Lil Doogey and I ride the 4 by 4 shh
Nigga I'm too fast you can't slow my roll What
She like, "Fuck the club, let's stay in"
Now she gotta get new tape-ins
Pockets too big, they can't never belittle me
Bae, I'm a hell of a nigga
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
in Atlanta, Georgia
And you don't think I got nothing for ya?
You must be crazy
I'm out here trying to feed my baby
Lil Bre, can't you see? Shit
a knife
You can cut them with a knife
Two times two is twenty-two
Four times four is forty-four
When numbers get serious
They leave a mark on your
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
the streets heavy on my grown man
Get the gang out the hood, that's the plan, I'm like Nas, lil' bitch, you know I can
I'm trapped, got a lil' bitch, I get
't get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four
Relations, sparing no expense,
casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin'
in Atlanta, Georgia
And you don't think I got nothing for ya?
You must be crazy
I'm out here trying to feed my baby
Lil Bre, can't you see? Shit
got Cha-nay-nay on her too
When I'm in Tom Ford and I'm in the strip club
Can't let the cheap pussy get too close
I just spent twenty thousand
I went from old school Chevys, to drop-top Porsches
You couldn't walk a mile off in my Air Forces
And you ain't seen what I've seen
I can get
your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby
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