Lyrics:
What you talking about dog?
Whatchu mean lil homie?
Play the post when you ball.
cll these niggas up on me.
How you keep that baby face sitting?
How
Ralo, Young Thugga, Lil Boat (Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi)
I want everybody in the front
The middle and both of the sides
And even in the back to turn
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
He'll be done by the day cuz he don't do skits
(Do skits)
It's fuck the rules, I'm gettin' blue strips
I dropped out of school but I could take you
hair
Caught him lackin' in his whip, they tryna find his face in there
Lil' hop out, he stay on go, bitch, all he know is green light
Let off shots
let a nigga hang 'round me if the fuck nigga hanging by a rope (that rope)
Call me Robbie two times, look at how I shoot knives
Damn lil' Rob, swear
(not ritz)
Gucci all on the stich
Yo life is fake you live in a skit
Merc got a cooler kit (lil kit)
Give me the ball and I'll give you assist (give you
[Lil' Rob (Talkin)]
Hey what's happenin
Yeah it's me, Lil' Rob
A.K.A. The Naughty Boy
[Chorus]
N-A-U-G-H-T-Y aqui estoy
Lil' Rob aka a naughty boy
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
żółte napisy
Mam własne analizy
Słoma nie wystaje mi z yeezy
Twarde prawo, ale prawo łamie się je łatwo
Ty rób siano, ale świadom
Moje skoki, są kurwa
rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch
a lil' something like this
I'm in junior high with a B-plus grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I walk from school to my mom's
(Honorable C N.O.T.E.)
Go
Trap god, started this trap shit, you need to thank me (yeah)
Lil' knucklehead sun valley youngster, mama tried
We be having private conversations
Sexual relations
We vibeing hard
We dont be having situations
He gone
Beat it up and
Skit it up in it
Eat it up
come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
You done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
You don fought with a chopper holla what it
no more, I let the
Ho's ride me after I see ID
Ain't goin kelly rob me
I'm just bein honest
Bein modest I dun tried bein
But niggas hate it so I
Throw
friends, that's the old me (uh-uh), ayy
Diamonds in my ears like anchovies (ice)
My big brother by my side like Ginobli (uh-uh, boom)
He a shooter, his
what?)
Lil' bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (let's get it)
Lil' foenem be T'd, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (out of here)
Got say a lil somethin' to my fans (ah)
Since this is the end of the c.d.
I gotta say a lil thank you to all my fans and everybody that help.
This
Lyrics Translated by Solari
Ayy, everybody switchin' up, the Glock my only friend
Big ol' stick, pokin' out, it hold more than ten
Lil' hoe, I'm from
colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
Aye okay okay
Wierd
Wierdmoney lil bih
Okay okay
Aye
Ok 2 big straps on by back I feel like blastoise
I don’t give a fuck of what they saying
lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button
My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass
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