Lyrics:
the cradle-No-Cradle Rob and me
Rob and me lived on the same block
He's kinny garden
I in knee socks
He goin' play doctor over by the docks
Robbin'
Sent from heaven above, that's right
To rob the cradle of love
Yes, the pages of love
Don't talk decently it's true, yeah ow
Flesh for your Romeo
Sent from heaven above, that's right
To rob the cradle of love
Yes, the pages of love
Don't talk decently it's true, yeah ow
Flesh for your Romeo
years old?
How 'bout this for a story
"Three-hundred and twenty year old robs the cradle"
What a scandal
(Scandal)
You know, if you don't give me
and rob the cradle
Of civilization And you read yet you read
You read Genesis You read of the tree
You read of the tree Beget by god
That raised its
Answers why I rob the cradle
Can this be love or just infatuation
Little girl come out and play
I got some candy for my baby
It's your sweet sixteenth
you rock the Judas Cradle
Can you rob the Judas Cradle
Hung upon the Judas Cradle
Fall upon the Judas Cradle
starts
And we don't got no ends
Argue with a bunch of assholes I call my friends
Eat your heart out
Rob the cradle
Or rob the grave
I’ve been chewin
like this like
They wanna rob the cradle
Might pull up on you later eh
Might pull up on yo woman yeah
African smoking marijuana
I be posted
Who were you to rob my cradle
Who were you to rob my mind
Staggered walk, hanging head
With closed eyes, mouth dripping wet
Who were you to crucify
mad, he scratch
and claw the table. He will see us all in hell,
watch as we rob the cradle. I don't mind
my apathy, but now it kills me for you. I
it's not so
We all fall from grace
Old Errol Flynn
Robs the cradle again
Well, he knows
Poor Judy drones
There's no place like home
She knows
We all
the truth and you a fable (YA)
Steal the show son rob da cradle
I'm da Godfather holla Fredo (SUP)
Married to the game remain unfaithful (YUP)
Not at da top
unstable
Stealing from my mind, rob the cradle
Whistling tunes like it's a fable
Fuck it, I'ma kick it in gear
This is my this is my this is my year
I show
in as babies
Every mother loves.
Old Death robs the cradle,
and he snatches them so fast
No one sees it coming—
which breath will be your last.
Shin
Well, well, well we've come a long way since then
You've lost the funky scars that marked you way back when
Oh yes-rob the cradle tonight
Deep in
on a Spanish Fly
Tried to fuck me on a roll roll, run it
Symbolize the good life
She ain't young as she used to be
On the hunt for my type
Rob the cradle that's
again
Rob the cradle pray for any circumstance
No love for any soldier of the rough and ready
Bored of the day.
Well done to the lone canary
Smiles
get 'em Usain running
Showing off my abnormalities
And who
Really gon rob the cradle
See me stirring up the pot no ladle
Do this shit independent
I'm
hands in the air
You chose to rob the cradle
I choose to not play fair
Be careful what you ask for
You just might get it, get it
Be careful what you ask
lies,
She tell mi sey yah really wotless fi ya size
Little bwoy, she nah waan you, cause she nah able (a lie)
For nobaddi sey she a rob di cradle (aye)
in as babies
Every mother loves.
Old Death robs the cradle,
and he snatches them so fast
No one sees it coming—
which breath will be your last.
Shin
that robs the cradle is the one that fears the moon
Take another shot of whiskey because the sun is setting soon
Lock up your doors, turn on your lights
own mother to have the things you crave
You'd rob a babies cradle, you'd rob a deadman's grave
Back stabbing junkie like a cheap crack whore
You forget
Discuss these rob the cradle Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In