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letra de behind - rob tha god

oh me. oh my
that is a real fat behind
that you got right behind ya
oh lord, i’ma have to smash that b-tch tonight
i’ma smash that b-tch right now and a little latter
she gon have to leave when we done
cause i ain’t f-ck with
no f-cking stranger
just like they said back in 96
you know that i can’t
go and save her

just like they said back in 96, you know that i can’t save ya
only comin round me cause you wanting all my paper
i know how the game goes
met this spanish chick and all she want was an amigo
before she even knew it she was f-ckin with a gringo
i thought about saving her, but i ain’t no baboso
all these b-tches coming round me asking for armani
i kick that b-tch out my crib after i hit punani
they all talk bout desinger, but i’m more in to future
call her -ss an uber
you know that p-ssy looser
cause i was in that sh-t until the mornin like a rooster
so, c-ck-a-doodle-doo
you rockin belly shirts, but look like winnie the pooh
you one of them chicks who think you irreplaceable
but that’s just not the truth
thinkin i love you
but i only love your booty
we gon make a movie
and i’ma play that sh-t like some f-ckin call of duty

bags all be versace
and my rolex be the watch
i said oh my lord
i am rob tha god
they look at my black card
they want to max that out
but b-tch ain’t no hard drive;
so, yo -ss can’t get saved
i only f-ck with you cause you got h-lla cake
t-tties match your personality;
b-tch i said you were f-ckin fake
i came through in a f-ckin wraith
i should probably go start a bank
on the hill, like my name is hank
always smokin on propane
you lovey dovey when you in my face
but talkin sh-t at every place
that i don’t show up at
you cryin sayin that
you can’t afford your rent
but that ain’t my problem
you must think i’m dumb
to ask me to save ya
but you know that i can’t
condone that behavior
go out, get a job b-tch
and get your own paper
yes, i’m rob tha god b-tch
but i ain’t your savior
i beat up that p-ssy
like conor mcgregor
but you know that i can’t
do whatever the f-ck you want me to do
ok, yeah, you bad b-tch, but you ain’t boujee
only callin my -ss to get the rubies
but you know that i ain’t no jewler
telling me to save you
but you cannot foul me
you know that i’m only tryna hit
cause you got that big ole booty b-tch

- rob tha god

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