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letra de 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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