Lyrics:
turned her to a freak bitch
Even tho lil murda gone I still be with them baby demons
Boy you just a rapper don't talk to me bout no street shit
Boy I got
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
I get so high that I walk in the sky
With my fye ima fye a Nigga up don't try
My lil niggas creeping on you in disguise
Say I love you don't trust me
a lil dirty bitch
Just take the ride
So when they pull you over
You got a bitch with you
You still acting sober
But you high as fuck cause
You just smoked
and had the mask I was in that ass
That circle show no mercy when it come around and give it back
Go rob him for that cash I was down up on my last
Like
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'
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
I'm tired of playing these games
These bitches hoes tryna conflict my mind frame
Since I got money now it come with a lil' fame
Remix the yellow with
straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some
His photograph was in over 65 newspapers, in color
Bad lil' bitch, I got her sprung
I must be heaven-saved
Flyin' by the fire with her glasses, so
me rub' on your butt
Drankin' this lean mix with strawberry punch
Pick em up, drop em off, that lil nigga, got dumped
High-speed chase why the fuck 12
was in high school
And I ain't give a fuck 'bout rules, ooh
I don't give a fuck 'bout you, huh
I don't give a fuck 'bout you
Ridin' 'round town lil
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
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
Make him run
Take his gun
Rob that nigga den pay him none
Talk that shit you gone pay the fund
RIP tray we gone raise his son
Wish i was there im
Make me feel high
Even if I ain’t smoke
Make me feel vibes
Even if we ain’t spoke
Damn you so natural
From ya head to ya toes
Damn you so natural
From ya
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
blessed if I missed you
You better pray nigga
Cause next time I view I'm krushin you nigga
You finna rob who
Bitch you high or you drunk
I den ran up dem
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
Take you on a natural high, like a pilot
It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad
When it's all over put your vote in my ballot
It's my diner, I'm
so you know my ass high
Funk made by my nigga named X,
Bitches with the fat lips and fat ass, I want to sex
Check this, nuts to your chin now fin,
Funerals were made, by the beauties sprayed
But now I'm different, somethin new today
I'm seein bright tunnels, bein My Life, crumbled before
Now I'm
A thousand different ways to get paid
With a phrase
Days go by,
I be hibernatin' gettin' high
Dreamin' 'bout L.A.
Penetratin' somethin' fly
Down in
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