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lirik lagu robbin me – omg youngxn

robbin me? get the f*ck, you n*ggas tried
you can send some shots up at that car, we hoppin’ out the ride
n*ggas actin’ like i’m p*ssy, i’m gon’ bust my f*ckin’ fire

got three bands up in my pockets, you n*ggas ain’t even gotta dime
know that glock’ll be my rocket, that b*tch stay up on my side
i shoot that b*tch and i won’t stop it, it’s gon’ be an homicide
if that b*tch f*ck with my profit, i gon’ shoot between the eyes

i told that b*tch that i can’t stay, i’ma hustlin bad, i’m on my grind
made, some bands up off a trappin and i might go unwrap a brick
wait, how the f*ck you say you gettin’ money? you ain’t touch a vaccum seal
you see, i get that dough straight from my ponta, make it f*ckin’ disappear

these n*ggas broke, you ain’t my ponta, i only went to school with him
i’m trappin’ bad, i’m hustlin’ hard, i’m puttin’ bands up in the safe
n*ggas actin’ like they bout it, but i know that they ain’t safe
if you run up on me, then you know i shoot you in the face

with this big old drac, you know we bound to put sh*t it in its place
b*tch, give me my respect, this ain’t my best
that glock gon’ hit his chest
keep actin’ like you really like that, we gon’ send shots through your chest

you p*ssy’ boys, dont want my smoke so, b*tch, come give me my respect
mani hoppin’ out the front seat with that glock, you gon’ get stretchin’
i just gave that boy a two*peice
just bought a 30*stick, up in b*tch, let’s make a movie
she feelin’ on my tool, she said she really wanna screw me
they see i’m gettin’ money, now they mad, they wanna shoot me
she call me, i can’t come, cause i can’t f*ck, round with no groupie
come on, let’s make a movie

i told that, boy, don’t wanna hear your threats, what you wanna do me?
if they wan f*ck with steff, they catch like thirty, and i’m on straight lean
i’m movin’ pack, you know i ain’t never worried about my whole team
robbing me?, get the f*ck, you n*ggas tried it

you can send some shots up at that car, we hoppin’ out the ride
n*ggas actin’ like i’m p*ssy, i’m gon’ bust my f*ckin’ fire
got three bands up in my pockets, you n*ggas ain’t even gotta die
know that glock’ll be my rocket, that b*tch stay up on my side

i shoot that b*tch and i won’t stop it, it’s gon’ be a homicide
if that b*tch f*ck with my profit, i’m gon’ shoot between the eyes
i told that b*tch that i can’t stay, i’ma hustlin bad, i’m on my grind
homicide, i swear to leave him dead thats if he reach
blood in my eyes

can’t keep me calm, i sit back, smoke on trees
knew he was p*ssy, my young n*gga robbed him brought him to his knees
he was talkin’ crazy, my young n*gga caught him, had him screamin’ please
i’m too street, i keep it 3.5, and a glock up in my jeans
keep it glock,it gotta beam, blow the block, we make a scene
knock the meat up, out his taco with the sh*lls, then leave the scene
my lil k!ller he teen, he a plug, he serve the fiends
hide that bl!ck under the rug, police come, dont say a thing

got a bad, lil aisan b*tch and , she like money, ching, ching
shoot through the peephole, soon as i ring the bell, ding, ding
we raise h*ll, shoot thing, i’m in the sh*ll, 15

- omg youngxn

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