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letra de in they feelings - rob flo

[hook: dre dav]
like whoa
i got these n-ggas in they feelings
hating on me cause my whole team winnin
if you want beef lil n-gga lets get it
mother f-cker like whoa
now these p-ssy n-ggas hating on me
cause i’m getting money that they ain’t gone see
i don’t give a f-ck let me roll my weed
mother f-cker like whoa x2

[verse: rob flo]
money, diamonds, girl i know you want it
said her name was molly i said f-ck i think i’m on it
and she wanna f-ck me silly no she wanna f-ck my wallet
pop that -ss to pay tuition but go drop on out of college
okay
i catch a bad b-tch vibe baby
live in la but i know you from the chi baby
ya, go head and do it for the vine baby
hit it from the front, k!ll that p-ssy thats a crime baby
my lady, twerkin in the living room
wearing jimmy choo
ask if she could bring a friend and i said baby bring a few
maybe we could make a move and take the camera to the roof
said you wanna be in movies well get ready for the shoot, shoot
i wanna thank the academy and shouts to the bad b-tch who sat on me
i mean i’m really feeling on that strategy
this weed keep me in the clouds no gravity
they scream, og robbie johnson
know the name que man ya know i had to cop it
always flippin making profit on the green i got from gysai
get her naked make her drop it like she never had an option
you can uhmm…
step inside the mind of a minor
find him in carolina wearin only tommy bahama
making ramen rhyming bout diving in that punany na na
oh mommy ma ma lets get you out of those panty pajamas
i’m on that hot sh-t, toxic, when it gonna drop sh-t
spending all my money on hoes out in the tropics
lock and drop it, pop bottles and talk sh-t, hot models that walk with
skinny legs straight outta auschwitz
aw sh-t, pause it, i’m gonna be nauseous
you son of a b-tch, no i’m son of mrs. johnson
i summon the youth to prove something unusual
can happen when you get em clapping and we got em like whoa

hook:
like whoh
i got these n-ggas in they feelings
hating on me cause my whole team winnin
if you want beef lil n-gga lets get it
mother f-cker like whoa
now these p-ssy n-ggas hating on me
cause i’m getting money that they ain’t gone see
i don’t give a f-ck let me roll my weed
mother f-cker like whoa x2

- rob flo

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