Lyrics:
what I would be
Fell in love as a young boy she was pretty as they come
Dirty blond hair she was kissed by the sun
Met her at the bonfire had a lil fun
Man I just gotta hit a lick
Would rob my plug but she pretty as a bitch
Hit her with this dick, watch her bless me for the zips
Lil Boosie, wipe me
posted by the store
I'm same lil nigga
Who can never bag a Hoe
I'm that same lil nigga
I'm That same lil nigga
Im that same lil nigga
Now my pocket
in my face
Got me like wait
I been the one that'll bend
They wanna see if I break
That's how it shake
They wanna know throw me a curve
Y'all just a lil
Squeezy tell them how to make a hit
Bitch I'm from uptown
That's word to my grammar
In crispy white uptown's
I'll still rob a scammer
Fight with my
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
I can't leave the house
Without my muhf******
Skrap nigga
Every slime
Ain't my kind
I d'ont need ya dap lil nigga
Got some real killas
That'll
The Rich Way
BMG
BMG
BMG
Reno
Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka
Nahh Forreal
Ha, Nahh Forreal
Pump up the jam
While your feet is stomping
Pussy niggas better keep running
G-Lock and you know it keep dumping
Ghost
that I'm
Slime, you could slatt, i wipe yo ass
Im conniving
I could know you and I'll still rob yo' ass
When them niggas robbed lil' Ben
I had to run
Africa Bambata,
Roger from Encore Jams out here in L.A., the unknown VJ and the man
called AJ used to run the radio, peace out without you i wouldnt be
I'm up tonight
Ain't nothing new
I plan a heist
To rob the moon
Shit's getting hot right now (Yeke)
No ado
Play the fool I snooze my cool
OT out
Yellowman got himself a lil' jam
Made my fetty in Japan, 'cause I do this shit for Mark
Playin' him my shit through the phone
He tell me keep my foot up
I move in silence like the world's wearing a blindfold
And by myself because I hate being controlled
Don't stress bout money cause that shit is all
a pole/
Nah nah nah/
I neva let my stick jam/
When I had to go/
Nah nah nah/
Neva told/
Even if i had to go, no!!/
Nah nah nah!/
Neva had my hand out/
played it
Slow jams in the middle of the session made me
Written by: Jordan cllen & Richard Dixon
H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't want to step to us, you
Cliff jam
Call me crazy like the Son of Sam
Niggas askin', "What's his problem?"
I'ma a monster, your dreams I'm haunting
'Til my son, he ain't hungry
lack for survival
Into rappin, it just so happens that I'm a blackman
Rob is chill, got skill and I pack jams
Rhymes I wrote I devote to promote pride
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed
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
didn't let em have it
They said lil ni**a what you got on your pocket
I said you better kill me first before you take advantage
1 Jit by my side, 1 jit in
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