Lyrics:
out the cubby
Go head and shoot
Bitch stick ya head out roof
Baby show me what you do
Shoot at his crew
Put that lil boy on the news
Rob a nigga for his
official nigga like me
I ain't surprised we a dying breed, used to rob niggas out my mom V
Ruger nine tucked with the red bean, lil chop in the passenger
[Mr. Shadow]
Quivole Mr. Shadow Lil Rob VMF
On the board for the 98 and it won't stop
Check It
[Mr. Shadow]
It is I the unfadable lyricist
Bringin
let a nigga hang 'round me if the fuck nigga hanging by a rope (that rope)
Call me Robbie two times, look at how I shoot knives
Damn lil' Rob, swear
(Cash, Cash, Ya)
(Ya, Shout out Enzo)
Got a Glock I make it sing like a Jonas
Rob a nigga take his bitch as a bonus
Gassin' every day I'm more than
Amazing Grace
She super anxious waiting for a taste
Papi in the trap like Rob Base
I served my man' uncle raw base
He still feel some typa way to this day
I
champ by T.K.O. WHAT
Lil Kim and Black Rob, Dame espacio
Man back up off me Dame espacio
Can I get a minute to breathe?
Dame espacio that means give me
BLWYRMND
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip with the clip
Make you bye bye
Roll the windows up, hotbox, smokin' la
niggas is iffy
I cant get inna jam no i dont fuck with jiffy
Bro keep that blicky
Aye
You cant come to my land no you cannot evict me
I keep a strap by
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
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
Hey ladies, who you come to see?
Is it the L-I-L to the R-O to the B?
Lil' Rob, say it for me loud
How come I say my name so much? Because I'm proud
Bitch Im scraight out the nawf
Where they movin' narcotics
And nothin but violence
So you betta chill
Betta stay solid
You get in that jam
Lil bro
No
thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up
Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies
I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey
Riding
It's a stick up
Cannon on the line, we carry big drums
It's a stick up
Rob the industry the way we get funds
Took eight years, now a nigga make gold
anywhere, having sex in the Bugatti
Nobody couldn't see us 'cause the windows got foggy
Flames try to rob me, it's gon' be a homi'
I hope the president'll
shelled out of a jam, I was tellin' Chichi get the yayo
My opps they hidin' in Calgary, preein' these pussies affectin' my salary (facts)
Lil' bro, he's
Brrrah Brrrah Brrrah Motherfuckers Wah
This is Lil Dinky
And this is Eauldie
I can't fall asleep, too many rhymes inside my cranium
I'm raining them
Activity (Oooooh)
Lets Jam Lets Jam (Latin Activity)
Roll the track Step back
and let me activate a lighter sound provided by jam andJames on
a flex
guess
Why the fuck you capping n****
Why the fucking you lacking n****
Got some young n***** catch you at school or at practice n****
Have yo mans jam you
he swervin' by
That's your issue - God bless ya - you deserve to die
[Lil Wayne]
Look,
Which one of these niggas playin' with me?
I'ma strap up
Like what you say
We gon pull up
And we prolly rob the bank
Your niggas talking
They be smoking on that dank
I told em that ain't what it is
What you
feds
If you got two feet then yo ass gone stand
If you aim for the moon where you think you gone land
Get up off yo ass and get up out that jam, Damn!
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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