Lyrics:
the streets so, who you telling
After your death maybe your shit will start selling
[Lil' Rob]
Hey homeboy why you want to start shit, I'll shoot up your
go get her that's how I got her (that's how)
Don't be mad you can't get one hotter (uh-huh)
Broke the mold when they made lil' mama (uh)
I don't
by like "there he go"
I fit the description,
Black Tee an dickies, big glock wit me,
Real Dade County Nigga!
It's that little chico Pitbull,
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
and if I let him get it
Yea he really got to own it
He like the way I move my thang
Said he like the way I move my thang
Hey there boy I know you like
E-C to the H-E, and nobody do it better, huh?
Aw yeah
Got Clark with me, got Young Rob with me
Hey
Uh, chopped the top off
Another goal on the bucket
from the bottom, who gone help us up
There's no trust in this
My mans got killed by his mans, ain't no love in this
Take yo phone when you walk in,
Alright, so let me get this right
You say it's a motherfucker who
Come to your house
To your muthafucking house
And he ain't be trying to rob you?
Ah
[Puff Daddy]
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there
the track record
He would have seen that I'm solid
So gather round there's a new hombre in town
Influenced by James Brown
It's Diamond D with the sound that
go get her that's how I got her (that's how)
Don't be mad you can't get one hotter (uh-huh)
Broke the mold when they made lil' mama (uh)
I don't
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
Hey whats up baby how you guys doing tonight?
Yo my nigga you looking good man!
Ugh!
What you drinking right there?
That's clique? I never tried
Hey whats up baby how you guys doing tonight?
Yo my nigga you looking good man!
Ugh!
What you drinking right there? That’s clique? I never tried
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
no conversation
Grip em by the throat
Then put the blade up in they face quick
Hey kid
You should really know i fucking hate this
Acting like you love
Revolver
And then I'm gonna call my clean up crew
They profesional moppers
And you can't get close to me, lil bitch
I'm surrounded by choppers
And if she get
Brandon used to be loved by his mom
Then he got kicked out a while ago
Started threatening others with a bomb
The bomb wasn't real, my man built like
the track record
He would have seen that I'm solid
So gather round there's a new hombre in town
Influenced by James Brown
It's Diamond D with the sound that
I'll Praise Him
'Til there's nothing left hey
Everything with knees
Bow
Everything with breath
Praise
Everything with knees
Bow
Everything with breath
You don't wanna give it away
So, hey there cowboy
I need a lil' love
And I'm a ride or die
So, baby, giddy up
You can't understand it
I'm so
Ese Lil Rob
We go through them hard times man
Just gotta keep our heads up
Keep on walking
[Chorus]
These Cortez Shoes know all the hard times
like Limbaugh (hey)
I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine
You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom
I think they
Lil' Lay, hey (Yeah, yeah)
What's up playas (What's happenin' out there?)
Thugstas, and hustlas?
(Yeah, yeah, it's all real, yeah)
And I want
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