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letra de robbin season - lil harold

[intro]
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh

[verse 1]
black air ones is what i got on
i’ll rob a n-gga down with his ice on
i’ll slap a n-gga out, put the tax on
i’ll buss all in her mouth she got a big tongue
they say its robbing season for the real k!llas
the real hittas
the young n-ggas
big pistol, it k!ll n-ggas
i don’t got time for no freak b-tch
but im
uh huh huh
21, 21
h dawg b-tch i like to walk sh-t
trey 5 7 like to talk sh-t
if eddie kane was out here you better hide b-tch
it ain’t no in between sh-t so free the guys b-tch
first gun that i tote, it was a thirty round
first rhyme that i wrote, i made a hundred thou’
big nuke had the coke, until we robbed him down
a lot of ops had jokes until we put em down
p-ssy
see there was this young n-gga right
i f-ckеd with this young n-gga
but my brother was telling me thе whole time
the n-gga had some p-ssy sh-t in his blood
dumb ass n-gga

[verse 2]
the n-gga wanna beef bout a b-tch i don’t do
n-ggas get on songs make diss, i’m gone shoot
this n-gga be pouting like a trick
how you gangsta but got feds in yo mix
i don’t want smoke with no snitch n-gga
you don’t bang 4l you ride d-ck n-gga
you put money on my head then send a blitz n-gga
triple cross his ass out cause i’m rich n-gga

i got tommy guns n-gga
i i that n-gga used to be my son n-gga
while i punch em down make him run n-gga
punch his ass out

old b-tch ass n-gga
old hoe ass n-gga

- lil harold

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