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letra de mind gone - rob vicious

ayy rob, i think the feds is listenin’

[verse]
and ain’t none of these n-ggas real as us
start losin’ all your dogs
b-tch you don’t give a f-ck
i ain’t talkin’ to my dogs
no prison calls like bro don’t give it up (this that gangster sh-t)
they f-ck you up you grew up
know this n-ggas lame as sh-t
them n-ggas fakin’
all we did was keep it real
n-gga i hate this sh-t
i got stabbed up in my back and still kept it a hunnid
they shot my n-gga in his back
so we slidin’ in a bucket
go get a bag for [?]
if you slidin’ or duckin’ (b-tch)
like swavey said if n-ggas mad let’s go slidin’ on somethin’
these n-ggas p-ssy
they don’t really wanna die ’bout nothin’ (lil b-tch)
a hunnid shootas on your block and your front yard stuntin’ (stunt)
what you know ’bout them smokers got the dope bussin’ (got the dope)
what you know ’bout that cook-up in that dope bussin’ (cook up in that)
you got that pole to hide from n-ggas
go and smoke somethin (yo b-tch ass)
when homies die you supposed to slide on n-ggas
go and show somethin’ (man)
you say you down to catch a body
let me know sumn (n-gga let me know)
my choppa got some nuts
lil n-gga go and grow some (b-tch)
i go so dumb
these b-tches just be talkin’
they don’t know nun (b-tch)
and these n-ggas ain’t gon do sh-t
most these n-ggas b-tches
gotta watch out who you fool with
b-tch i’m rob vicious
i ain’t never on no cool sh-t (b-tch i’m rob vicious!)
late nights and cold sweats (b-tch)
lotta problems but i ain’t worried ’bout no death threats
b-tch i
gotta keep my pistol i don’t trust nada (n-gga i don’t trust)
you can ask my momma
i did time over that one-dollar
but you can’t ask yo partner
cuz he died about that one problem (b-tch)
and when i seen his partner i ain’t popped him
slapped the f-ck out him
these n-ggas think they tough
i have my dogs come make a punk out ’em
them n-ggas from the other side dyin’
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout it (b-tch)
ayy, one thing about me
i love me some violence
i’m from south central baby
gunshots and them sirens
[outro]
b-tch
b-tch i’m rob vicious
on your dumbass

- rob vicious

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