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letra de wasabi - rob ace

[intro/bridge: rob ace]
187 in the hood, they gon drop slugs
2 twin b-tches in the room rolling hot blunts
3 n-ggas talking bout rob ace got none
4 straps, automatic clips like it’s top gun
5 trips, lax to ny just to cop drugs
6 sh-lls entering the body when the shots rung
7 days, islands from the trenches, i’m like god’s son
pay homage to a f-cking goat if you got one

[verse 1: rob ace]
and my music is contagious
energy outrageous
traveling eurasia
we hit up malaysia and j-pan with my demon juice
i been smoking demon kush
f-ck her in my demon boots
i’m gon tell my demons shoot
shake ass baby, what’s ya name?
i know i can’t play no games
tell that dj “let it play”
need a gangsta b-tch
want to f-ck her in the booth now
f-cking in the ‘jects
and i f-ck her in a coupe now
look, i make treesha hot
make the speakers knock
hotter than wasabi
and i’m litter than miami
dropped me her location
that sh-t said that she in bali
jet skis spinning in this b-tch
that’s a wet slide
focus on my vision now just think about my s-x drive
step into the game
full of snakes and the lames
screaming glamour, fame
forgetting what’s they name
now i’m special, huh?
now you think it’s levels, huh?
in my dm, huh?
you won’t ever settle, huh?
wanna be my bm, huh?
am to the pm, huh?
she know i got season
i’m the flyest sh-t in neiman’s
i came from dr
and shorty on me puerto rican
[bridge 2/skit]
what the f-ck, yo!
god d-mn! god d-mn!
god d-mn!
f-ck, f-ck, f-ck!

[verse 2: jorthegreat]
yo
said i’m moving fast
if you in my way then you better move
but if you with the sh-ts and down for the ride
then please get in tune
cause i’m spinning blocks and kicking in doors
and shaking the room
you say, i’m not up
you sadly mistaken cause i’m on the moon
i been on my grind since i was a youngin
ain’t got time for love, i’m getting this money
live a double life, i’m pretty and thuggin’
b-tches know i’m it
that’s why they keep runnin
came up on my own, i was raised in the gutter
got a lot to say so each track cut like b-tter
wait, huh
it’s the great silly b-tch
ain’t no reason to wonder
an unmatchable sound, bet you can’t find another
that’s word to my brother who’s also my gunna’
my n-ggas be thuggin’
you n-ggas mclovin
stop sending me d-ck pics, ya’ll n-ggas disgusting
my n-ggas bout static but still out here hustlin
yeah, show ya’ll who the plug is, huh
ya’ll could keep smoking block, that sh-t never bussin
ya raps sound the same, f-ckin’ lame and redundant
they makin me tense so i k!ll ‘em for comfort
smokin all this dope, i’m high, a b-tch blunted
uh, said i really does this
i got ‘em all runnin and duckin for cover
time for me to really make ya’ll n-ggas suffer
nah
this ar keep spittin, no it do not stutter
every line is a cannon
i drum it, i drum it
marching through ya hood like a drum line or something
if i had a d-ck, ya’d be f-ckin’ and suckin’
all up on my page cause ya’ll heard your man love it
sh-t, huh
illest b-tch at the top, don’t see no one above
yeah
had to really start spittin and stop showin love, huh
you ain’t part of the gang so stop callin me cuhz
keep my name out your mouth, everybody a dub b-tch
[outro: bussdown.guap]
brrrrr
viral n-gga

- rob ace

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