Search results for 'shells stackin up by lil rob' Page #180

nigga done got the addy what that mean
He arrived and was met by the beam (Bitch)
Up in her pyramid like a scheme
For my nut shawty become a fiend
Swear

come an give gifts just like it's a skit
(Ho ho hoooooo)
It's a lil girl in China, working to design a gift she'll never receive
(Yikes)
Meanwhile in

up innat grass for thinking that they on
I started thuggin innat cliff
Till we moved out to the murda
That shit was funny you sent that diss
Buh no one

a ghost, 
I suppose killa kasper be on call
In case i need a lil help, 
Bullet shells, catch a plane, 
Watch it rain, all the reason why i came
Took yo fame,

on the corner
I could pay them to trace
Skydweller, yeah, plain jane
Went Rolex up on they ass
Told her money ain't a thing
She'll get what she wants
She know how

Depot after her check deposit
We finna link a build a desk in yo crib and fuck in yo office
This bitch
Bout bad than Michael
If I fuck it up don't wife

We started it
Shell catcher wen we slide so I ain Gotta clean up shit
Hit up Two he bring that gang now It's a room fulla sticks

I'm out my top who

Kids lookin up to me
I can see it in they face
Look up
When you down just look up
Feel like I need some good luck
Cuz too much curses come up
I been

Mmh, man look, I'm getting real sick and tired of this shit
I ain't had no- I ain't had no (Aw, yeah, top chef cooked this shit up) chance to go like

ratchet for them bands now
She gone do what I say so
Tell her gone and put them hands down
Play that lil freaky role
Pull up to the crib let me hit That for

spot, we got scouters on lock
Dressed in Saint Laurent, this the new wave funk
Goofy out of luck, but tell em we’ll run it up
Pull up on his girl she’ll

by then ditch the van
March off like Kaepernick at a national anthem it didn't stand

Got lil thot, no love ties. Just fuck on her when I pass through

him
You broke you can't really rock with us
Got a bag I promise it's not enough
I fear God so don't bring the devil up
On the road so bae I can't chop

Big forty shells ready show your ass bout that hurse play
Lil freaky bitch call her seven eleven cuz she slurp me
I can't trust these niggas and can't

lil bitch you fired
Threw his body in the trunk like a spare tire
Here grab his ass grab his ass hurry up hurry up hurry up *trunk closes*
We was hoppin

Woah
Fuck this bitch talking bout
Hoe shut up don't know what you saying
Better eat up the kids I ain't playing
This ain't politics ain't no debating

Thats what I was told I don't forget it
I been gettin colder by the minute
Ima get the winter popping jumpin
Niggas know I'm always up to somethin
Soonest

this ain't lil yachty
I'm a battleship with a
Twenty ton magic stick
Loaded up on coffee and brocoli
Pole vaulting into the dark
You really got no chance

right on the dracos
They still is out of jail they got the shells so it was case closed
Forty give him halo pour the lean up in the faygo
Freestyling in

where I'm tryn' go and I said, "Anywhere you want" (It's whatever!)
The way lil shorty slurped the dick up, damn near bought her Lou' Vuitton
Forgot she

And you know that the money gon' sing, sing
My lil' baby had popped up to the crib
She wearin' a G-String
I been rockin' baggy clothes and my pants flared

to to toe in gravel
You won't be the first
Running up on me?
Big mistake
I'll fill you with a mag of shells
Think you fucking tough, but guess again
I'm from

Can't trust a nigga wit for shit,

You Envious count favors,

Twist crud

post where I want,
Spark up count paper,

Get em boxed up by a fan, blue

a rida to die for
Lil' rida, she wants it all Take it off, she'll take it all
Screamin' more, I'll give a some But I'm not what you want

You love how I