lirik lagu yeah i rob (feat. sub-z) – don wizzle
[intro]
come on
yeah, yeah, (ah)
yeah, yeah, yeah
of glass in this motherf*cker
of glass in this mo’f*cker
(yuh)
(yo)
(yo)
[verse 1}
i’m up early in the mornin’
i got [?] on my old diamond [?]
shackin’ up i ain’t got no time (ain’t got no time)
do it like a player
i hit then leave (leave)
breathe (breathe)
leave (leave)
i’m a mo’f*ckin g
don’t believe check the stats
playin [?] in the back of the yard
go hard or go home homie
you ain’t in my zone homie
you ain’t all that gangster
you just own too much [?]
aw sh*t
[verse 2]
i been doing this hеre for a minute now
keep it up wit’ that comedy wе gon’ play it like some f*ckin’ clowns
get down an’ get ran home
[?] they got ran home
you just doin’ too much [?]
while i bang home
only square i stand on
firm i stand so real you could feel i’m the deal in this b*tch
and the feel all the [?]
ceiling in this b*tch
ain’t gonna stop ’til i’m rich
{chorus]
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh*t sh*t real my n*****
keep talking that sh*t sh*t real my n*****)
i said
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh*t, sh*t real my n*****
keep talking that sh*t sh*t real my n*****)
[verse 3]
yuh i’ma write about my cheese
write about my dough
[?] pixie boy thirty three
[?] keep the club rockin’
[?] them n*****s who came baby they don’t [?]
tryin to see who pull out the [?]
so they can follow him home
and put that thing to his dome
and make him give it up
from his money to his stones
don’t get it twisted folk
i ain’t that typa n*****
but if you f*ck me then me
all my n***** gon’ drill ya
sh*t might even k!ll ya
ain’t [?] myself a k!lla
but when i’m on that gym
believe me i act like a gorilla
(yuh)
[verse 4]
represent your hood
mo’f*cker throw up [?]
first n***** comin out [?]
he gettin’ red
i’m a d*mn threat
to society
better get your girl
’cause she eyein’ me
at the club she followin’ me
now she at my crib got her
bendin over my counter g
she don’t know how to act
she never been around a g
[chorus]
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh*t sh*t real my n*****
keep talking that sh*t sh*t real my n*****)
i said
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh*t sh*t real my n*****
keep talking that sh*t sh*t real my n*****)
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