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Brown Crowd

Lil Rob

Crazy Life

down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one 
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait

neck and wrist, aye
(Lil Boat)

When I pull to the scene
Trailed by some shooters
Young rich nigga livin' wild
All my niggas ruthless
My diamonds

(Damn JK Hol' On)
Hollow tips in that baby drac nigga, Make yo ass do a backflip
Rob yo ass wit' that mask off nigga, you know this ain't no Catfish

The scale is crusty, we sell shallow by the G
Youngins hungry
They might rob you for your teeth
Nigga, why we never spot you in the streets?
Duct tape around

bottle, baby I down it
Hunneds, raining down on her body, got her arousing
Got me sinning, I’m spending it by the thousands
Money, ain’t no stress, I bless

dead folks
You know my eyes nice and low like I make egg rolls, oh

I got them pills, we call 'em illies
I got the wet, I'm water whippin'
I rob his

cholo, oh no
Lil' Rob comin' with mi stilo
My lyrics are like a bullet, out of a cuete
It's time to reload (an reload)
And make sure I never run out

LilDurk2x

Lil Durk

Lil Durk 2X

2016

I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
I swear I do it like it's two of me
I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
I'm

ain't Aaron (Aaron Brooks)
Nigga murkin' bitches, got me feelin' like 2Pac, "Do we hate our women?" (Hate our women)
I'ma kill lil' shawty by fuckin' her

speaking, seeking tea
Hoe I aint speaking on the bro
No low, we never break the code
The code we live and die by
The life we living, it's nonfiction 
You

nothin' twice
I came up off of shootin' dice, yeah
My lil' brother ain't livin' right
My sis' and 'em doin' aight
My cuz and 'em still servin' life,

if you wanna, find out this shit ain't sweet sweet(it ain't sweet)

Chorus:
They'll do you for a lil bit of fame, Rob you for a lil bit of change(lil

make it happen
Stop frontin these bitches
My lil shordy she gone trip um um (She Gone set um up)
Stop fallin fuh pussy
Address me by my stage name
Hallow

I had a little too much I'm fucking up
Shit mix the gin with the double cup
Lil' mama drop a text she finna pull through
Laid back sipping on gin

that's mix and match
Got pounds of weed Lil' P got crack
Not using fists my choppa clap
If the bitch talk back then
The bitch get smacked
Got golden grill

Rumors

Mr. Shadow

Hip Hop Mixx, Vol. 2

2003

[Steve Austin]
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California 
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city 
Lil' Rob

ain't no lackin'
My baby, she brought her buddy now we got action
Yeah, any time, any place, I'm like Janet by Jacksons (yeah)
I'm like Omar with

help, no, I can do this by myself yeah ... it's a pride thang get together and do our thang. I can rap lil baby for the right reason you know I’ll

Yea, on the burner with Lil Stunna
Ay, the mix is on the way
Aye, Famous shit, yea, that’s my Runner
Ay, ooh, ay, ooh, ooh, ay, ay, ooh
On the burner

"Lil Uzi Greatest Hits" (no bap)

Called this bitch a scat, 'cause this ain't even my favorite bitch (brr)
Me and Lil' Veeze go back to back
Spent

Lil' Rob caught up in the mix with my flips
Make it last long just like a flick, got many flows so take your pick
Got more tricks than a magician
Fuck

Lil' Rob caught up in the mix with my flips
Make it last long just like a flick, got many flows so take your pick
Got more tricks than a magician
Fuck

(Phew)
Monkey nuts on the Drac', gon' go a lil' ape (Brr)
Mix Supreme pants with a lil' bit of BAPE (Drip)
Chanel drip, yeah, I got drapes (Cha-nay-nay)

friends (no, no, yeah)
'Cause not many of us have them, I'm talkin' 'bout friends (let's talk about it)
Not ones we can depend on (go), friends

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