Search results for 'you aint nothing by lil rob' Page #350

Soon as I walk in, just like a middle finger and a thumb you know imma snap
Nothing but hustlers run in my circle and fuck nigga you can't walk in

a spot, you ain't did nothing for the team
You ain't did nothing for the team
Balenci on my lens
Skrt off in the Benz
Ain't recruiting no more friends
Gucci

tryna’ touch millions
Slap the smile off yo face, lil’ fuck nigga
TaiBanz in this bitch - I just gotta’ go get it
I’m still Running up the Bag - you ain’t

they jacked the whole shine
Ain't nothing big bout puff and passing old grind
Oratory ordering auras for me masked in bold lies
Allegories adamant

where the corner defenders, ain't talked about by Mel Kiper
Conversation of the greatest, face it, Liv though J
Livvy, like yo momma chili last for seven

Young fly nigga I'll take your bitch
Ouu let me pop my shit
Cool ass nigga with a mean ass drip
Hoe you aint seen nothing like this
Already on ten

from the Mecca
This ain't no above the rim but I ball by myself like Shepard
Tryna win against me that's nothing but wasted effort
You happy you got

Spinning the bottle
Let's get some tonight

Sit down by the fire
In the glow of the tree
You guys see the time now
It's a quarter past 3

Didn't have

fuck you good you ain’t my bitch, aye
Spit poetry like Rob Rich
They told me stay involved
Play the ball
Keep it raw
Free em all
Ain’t no way you

3 apps
Spin again, do at least 3 laps
I ain't change, I increased my racks
Better duck, no quack
You gon hear the boom, no clap
Who I am, I just tell

I've been out here by myself
Trying to get a check

I been out here by myself
Trying to get a check
No disrespect
We ain't the same

All I do is

How I'm living like fuck it
Why you looking like you on a tight budget
I ain't stressing bout the money
Cause I know it gon keep keep coming
And by

better than her
You feelin pressed by the pressure?
That's good, it's fah you
I hope you listenin
And taking it in, mmhmm
Ain't got no muscle for good
Stay

bout to pop, fanta
Pull up with three hoes, santa
Yo' bitch wanna fuck with a boss

My heart cold, Jack Frost
You ain't got the sauce, nigga, you lost
By

Happiness x Tell Me

Tory Lanez

Memories Don't Die

2018

say nothing
You know, so, so my father then, you know, he call me in the kitchen
He sit, he sit me down on the counter and he tell me, uh
"You know,

loving was for nothing
You been buggin' gotta mean somethin... 
How you gone leave it like that?
Why let go 
When I hold on?

VERSE 1:

Lately my mood been

Skrr skrr!
Tell the cops I just kill 'em I don't leave no trace
Rob a nigga, shoot a nigga this that north side way
You don't want Datway (Yeah)

rolled
Bet you drink (Uh)
Keep it poured
Ain't no thing, i'm just tryna get you home (Yea, yea)

I just let this joint bag me she lucky (she lucky) 
Lil

expecting your call
If I ain't got your love I ain't got nothing at all
I've been having withdrawals
Ain't been sleeping at all
I don't know where I'm going

It's a jungle out here boy
Can't fumble out here boy
It's a jungle out here boy
Can't fumble out here boy
Ain't nothing that's holding us ain't

up, I think I'm trippin? Did I just hit a million?
Lil' Buddy you ain't ready, take this L like Krillin
You been strokin all them rumors; paint me like

I just been grinding and stacking' that paper lil hitta just know that I got to get paid
I hear em claiming they king if you're wearing the crown

[ Hook ]
Eye know what eye did it is what it is , eye ain’t  gon talk about it , they catch you lackin then you gettin hit , and then they go talk

plug in like 44 states you don't know where I be
Lil nigga think
I want you to think
I broke a bitch by mistake gave her purpose she gave me some cream
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