Lyrics:
Que pa'o
Baby, dime what's up
I'm down con Pitbull
Y Lil' Rob
Y ya tu sabes, nos fuimos
Hondel
Dale está abajo y se mean el jumper
Rompe la
Got me a cat, got me a rat, do it like that
Moving the good, I don't pay tax, told her relax
She suck me good, I'm with the goons, I'm in the hood
It's a stick up
Never dodge the smoke 'cause we got big guns
It's a stick up
Cannon on the line, we carry big drums
It's a stick up
Rob the industry
n*****.
I see that you got brains,
Birthday candle blow it out.
I can't dis sh** alone, too many n***** in house .
But idgaf n****, we can shoot out.
pussy when it's serious
(That boy Rob Lucci
He turn pussy when it's serious)
I don't wear Gucci, Nike on me
Hope they hearin' this
(I don't wear Gucci,
tried to rob you would you give it up or die for it?
I can spot the fake a mile away, I got an eye for it (Lighters up)
Moment of silence for my
how it goes
You know how it goes
Yeah we getting paid
Bad bitches go insane
Gotta keep the same pace
Gotta make it for the gang
Reggie Rob I do my
the outsiders, I got robbers who'll rob me
Them crackers tried to take me out, try again lil' nigga
I was destined for this shit, I'ma win lil' nigga (I gotta
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
Rochester, New York. Wrong. Ho.â??
Doggs gone be doggs don't fuck wit a dogg
if you can't take care of a dogg you know whut i say
take it easy, lady, you
need to stop it
Your life's a façade lil bro, you can drop it
Too many bitches, can't keep them up off of me
Feeling like I won a lottery
I got
on the phone she want me to come home so i can beat it up (So i can beat it up)
When i go on a mission got ice on my pendant but i’m never freezing up (Never
niggas dont wanna be ops
Lotta guns n dey dirty lil nigga we need new props
I got one in the head so dis clip got 32 shots
Im really a killer lil nigga
I'm steppin' for nothin'
New pole, got it dirty for nothin'
How you love me, wanna cross me for nothin'?
I ran 'em off, he count the hearts, I don't
leave the scene
Until his soul dropping
I just lost my mind, so put me on topic
They just shot my lil' brother
So it's time to double back
I can't fumble
the streets on the narcotics
On that half a pill, dog, what's going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog
What's going on?
Fuck who got it, I rob him
Strip him
Right about now
You are about to be possessed
By the sounds of
MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it!
It takes two to make a thing go right
It
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
cause she ran through
And it's like six o'clock in the morning and I'm recordin
I was downtown with Lil' Zay, we out seein' out
And they won't play with
Lil' mama bad and she bad then a bitch, yeah
She got that stash in the bag, I can see it, yeah
I got a tab in the back, if you need, yeah
She fuck
And I know some niggas who gone rob you out yo fendi pack
The jokes on you so why you flop
And yeah I'm out my body
I just pour that drink it got me
a hard lil' trip
I'm right there, I wanna go, I got a hard lil' grip
On some drink a whole fifth and spill my heart out shit, yeah
I spilled my heart
don't get caught
And you can ride clean shawty, you ain't got to walk
But it's still one rule player, don't get caught
Some niggas rob (what?), some
Fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is falling out
Got a problem wit partner, I see him in the city and call him out
It wasn't for
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