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you with me
Cause I'm boutta fuck on that face, ain't no kissing
I got her like woah
T-Rob, you a dog now
Something like a K-9 from the dog pound
These

Chicanas, Lil' Rob estoy mejito
Thumping the oldies
It's me Lil' Rob, and the Brown Crowd homies
Turn up the volume, yah Natural High
I smile for my friends

it, nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin' out late, nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines

Can you feel the rhyme, feel

even
Let me go rob that nigga on the weekend Everybody know how I'm comin
Fuck the lil' bitch, I'm pussy, I'm drunk I'm countin' up money, I'm runnin'

in that jam, Swear to God I ain't fold

I ain't running my mouth can't do me like Gunna
If he say that's it's up, Swear to God he going under
Hit

The Militia

Gang Starr

Moment of Truth

1998

City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with

keep a Glocky and you know it got a red dot
Homeboy caught a case lil' homie on the lam
I carry a revolver 'cause them pistols never jam
Cocaine by

Just bought a new Lamb'
The blick it won't jam
Whole lot of new money, this shit ain't no scam
Came up from my gram
I'm serving them yams

to the code
Lil bro get the Strap
And then make it go Blat
Cuz we fleeing the scene and then back on the road
Back on the road to go get a millie
Bad ass with

yeah i'm like that
I say i'm walking on these tracks yeah i'm like that
Pulling up by the store, just to get some gas
I see lil shawty walking in

Cherry lipstick
Expensive perfume
They consumed by her beauty
Merci beau coop
She ain't never been a bird
But she do do coupes
Entree 3K
Blow cash

Contract

Jazze Pha

Crunk Juice

2004

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for

this shit by the loads them bows six hundred an O 
I'm tryna get it tomorrow they tryna stall 
I'm tryna slide today Lil bitch see I'm boss 
She wanna uh

Roaring
Pretty nigga Girl i’m Gorgeous/ Ballin
Currency keep on pouring
& it’s pouring on me
Wealthy just like lil baby
Witness my Artistry
Go down in

Yuh, The west coast need a lil love I'll bring home the dub just hear how I go now
I'm cooking these tracks with my feet in the mud my nigga just

slidin' for him like my brother
Shavin' grams, not my mama mama, I'm choppin' up butter
Free my lil' cousin, he just caught a bad motherfucker
Niggas

Rob a rich nigga, now my wrist on icy
At McDonald's finna order me a HI-C
Bad ass bitch, and she colder than a iced tea
Big ass Glock, lil nigga we not

mad that his girl wanna pic
Debo hit his lil ass with a brick
Heard he died
Oh shit who did it?
Glocks don't jam, we got two switches
I can't beef with

Dead Presidents

Yo Gotti

Rather You Than Me

2017

Rather you than me
If you've been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It's been hell of a fucking journey
Ain't nun' changed nigga
Lil' stronger,

Bout green, then the bitch, nigga, died by a slut
I told my youngest to spend, only pay them in blood
Watch my slattys go, hop out that truck
Bitch, know

a song by Greta Van Fleet
This shit sweet, I'mma play it on repeat
I'mma play it on repeat
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep
'Til you fall asleep

Please forgive me cause I've been sinning and lately baby I've been wrong
Giving you all of my emotions lil baby mixing it with patron
I've been fucked

lyrics dirty
But my record is clean all my records is me
I'm flexing I'm flexing
Know lil nigga I'm flexing
You prolly warn rob me
Know now this ain't no

witness with Lil B music
Let's collect some rare art
I love this movement basedworld

It's Lil B, Based Jam y'all with me
Yeah, Lil B rawest rapper alive