Lyrics:
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
Big Bang Chris, Blaze 1, No Excuses
All these muthafuckas wanna talk about me
Starting false rumors like a bitch I see
Jealousy and envy homie won't
heard a rumor, I bet you heard that I'm a real one
(Gangsta Grillz)
You know what it is
I was gon' give y'all a chance to catch up
When you hear
he in the back with shooters
Like I don't go off rumors, hot out bring out the coolers
The opps in the hood, Lil Veno they gon' move 'em
Wuk got
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
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
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
This money got you trippin'
Now what you gon' do?
Rob another goddamn bank
What the fuck is y'all thinkin'?
Hold up, we said once, Cleo
To get
[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
a 730
It ain't a secret
Rumors they could keep it
You know there's only one ghetto Queen with a guillotine
Real bitch that carry gats by the spleen
some weed
We don't need champagne fuck the gin and juice
These niggaz know what Short Dog & Lil' Kim can do
Imagination is a understatement
Anything
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
flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm
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
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,
entertain all them petty Lil rumors
I call up my boy turn this shit straight to ruins
Can't think of this shit boy it might leave you clueless
Fat pockets
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