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lirik lagu robbery – dtrille

[verse 1]
i’m not wishing for blessings, but i receive it
this little heart of mine is so hurt but it’s still beating
and i can’t give you all my time that’s some sh*t i don’t believe in
(sh*t)
and everyday i wake up grinding hard for my achievements
you tryna profit off of me?
no you can’t do that sh*t
and i will never stop, i’m going hard i cannot leave this sh*t
and y’all assuming all the wrong things, y’all really on that reaching sh*t
ownership, i’m tryna make a gain for all my leadership
[verse 2]
yea, got a sprite up in my hand ima pour that sh*t down
i ain’t really worried bout these n*ggas, bro, i’m tryna get out my body
(you know)
i’m tryna stack up all the cash, i’m tryna run up all the digits
and i ain’t worried bout you greedy ass, thotty ass b*tchеs
and i can’t hang ‘round none of these n*ggas, all thеse n*ggas just be snitches
and all these dirty ass n*ggas, they be out here f*cking itching
and i’m gone whip it up, you know i’m gone whip it up in the kitchen
these n*ggas b*tches, they be hating, had to put em in commission
and when i speak lil n*gga, you better mother f*cking listen
do you get it lil b*tch?
(do you get it lil b*tch?)

[bridge]
im in my bag huh
i don’t even remember when i asked huh
put the money in the bag huh
all the hundreds, better put it in a stash
im in my bag huh
i don’t even remember when i asked huh
put the money in the bag huh
all the hundreds, better put it in a stash

[verse 3]
better put it in a stash huh
real n*gga, i’m at the top of my class
you wanna know but you really ain’t even ask
yea i got rid of that lil b*tch, oh yea i put her in the past huh
yea take my heart, f*ck it up, break my heart and step on it
you speak on me, roll it up, smoking on yo dead homie
she wanna eat me like i’m edible
that’s yo b*tch? oh man, i’m sorry
i ain’t sorry for what i did, you know i’ll speed off in a rari
all these ghetto hoes, fake b*tches, and dumb ass n*ggas
and if you roll with them, then you a b*tch and everybody with ‘em
ain’t got no motion, but you talking hot, you ain’t got no figures
i’m getting high up out my body, sipping lean till i tip over
no i can’t f*ck with these lil b*tches, i can’t f*ck with these lil n*ggas
i can’t f*ck with none of these b*tches, had to cut ‘em like some scissors
and how you playing with my feelings, then expect me to forgive you?
and if you saying all that dumb sh*t then i am not gone hear you
smoking on this spliffy and i’m f*cking on these b*tches
why these n*ggas tryna know everything, go mind yall business
why you coming ‘round like i f*ck with you, you know you godd*mn dissin’
and all these p*ssy n*ggas be saying sh*t but they ain’t godd*mn did it
and yea i’m tired of everybody yea i need my respect from y’all
and yea i’m f*cking on this thotty, her lil p*ssy get wet and all
and yea i heard you caught a body, yea you ain’t hit a l!ck at all
i got too much f*cking money, had to stuff it up in my drawls
shawty say she like it when i put it in her throat
h*llo kitty to that p*ssy, in yo’ water i’ma float
we get lit up in this b*tch just like i’m kodak, drive the boat
you can’t never say i’m p*ssy, you can’t play me like a hoe
smoking on that big sh*t, loud pack, h*lla gas
f*ck a op, where he at? stomp em out, take his flag
never that, you a hoe, yea i know you big mad
you play with us, you asking for a beating, oh you big bold
you say you got bodies, fed n*ggas, oh you big told
you say you got steppas, by yourself, oh you big fold
sweet ass n*gga, better leave your f*cking nic home
ole cheese ass n*gga, you a rat no you can’t come home

- dtrille

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