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Cost lil money to look like dis Cost lil money to smoke like dis Cost lil money to drip like dis Cost lil money to push like dis It cost lil money
don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch What's your name? (Oh he's Hispanic man) Ese Lil' Rob ready to take them to the street Cuz I can
What's up ese It's your homeboy Lil' Rob Representing my city to the fullest San Diego, Southern California That's where I'm from, simon S-A-N
FEATURING: MR.SHADOW First Verse:Lil'Rob Str8 jackin', still warein' all blue Killin' haters,hackin' and knockin' up bitches to Still doing drive
tounge out She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em Foreign shorties on the G Like they came wit’ the fit These n****s stalling on the P Lil Timmy
We havin' a check by the way Huh, woo woo woo You feel me? You dig Shit look easy, know what I mean Hey Don't I look like I'm the shit lil
(Ayy) Lil’ nigga where was you at Lil’ nigga where was you at Lil’ nigga where was you at (Ayy) Lil’ nigga Where you was at Remember I was on my ass
(Ayy) Lil’ nigga where was you at Lil’ nigga where was you at Lil’ nigga where was you at (Ayy) Lil’ nigga Where you was at Remember I was on my ass
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
Hi this is Steve Austin Reportin' live from San Diego, California I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
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
[Mr. Shadow] Quivole Mr. Shadow, Lil' Rob Viscious Man Funk on the boards Coming at you for the 98 And it won't stop Check It [Mr. Shadow] It is I
Don't act shy girl, I know you gon' swipe up I told Kash "I know these bitches really like us" They tryna' fuck, that's why they always be by us Off a can
for my bruda Get money with my bruda Rob a bank with my bruda My bruda, my shooter Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter My bruda, my shooter
Cause being born with his life's like being born with a life sentence Young niggas on that murder rob steal kill And Lil baby drop it to the floor for
(Snitch niggas) Keep a chopper like my name was Harley-Davidson (Boom boom) See these chains on my neck, go 'head and rob it (Go 'head and rob it) I put
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job Boobie gave me game We used to sell dope and rob I left a stain off in Carol City My last name should
her prima Lil baby gone shake it like Shakira On her knees you know I feed her In a high speed chase in a beamer Getting neck by two latinas Aye Getting
Hey, hey Hey, hey, yea yeah Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga Finger on the trigger, don't
rob 'em Aaaaaaaaayye I fell in love with this money and Violence Aaaaaaaaayye Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems Whip In the kitchen
gorilla stitch 40 years go by man still snitch Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch No hammers that night Goddamn man It was amateur night I played
yours nigga I don't give no fuck, nigga Gang shit One one one, huh Grrr, bow, bow bow Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot Go rob
need the W by any means, yadada Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers You
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree /give me
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