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letra de therapy session - robdaloc

i’m not even supposed to be with you
i tell myself that i’m not into you
she said she wanna leave me she said she wanna be with me
but all i hear is
da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ayy
40 on me it get to blowing quick tell then n-ggas
i’m tryna slide tryna take a trip slap the f-ck out this b-tch told her bring me my chips
yea that b-tch tryna hang tryna be with the pimp slidin through ah n-gga block, i’m tryna get him hit
yeah this glock get the bark and soundin like a pit
n-ggas always talkin’, but never did these skits
why these n-ggas always talkin’, but never puttin’ up skits
im not evеn supposed to be with you i told myself that i’m not into you
shе said she wanna be with me, she said she wanna leave but all i hear is
da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ayy look, moonwalkin’ in this b-tch feel like i’m mike jack
take a p-ssy n-gga stap so he can’t bust back
ayy, beat the f-ck out this n-gga, tell him fight back ayy, n-gga’s hoes up on the gram so i can’t type back
f-ck, d-mn, i f-cked up again
hit em in this top matter fact, i hit him and his man’s these b-tches shakin’ ass and poppin’ p-ssy for they only fans
like how that b-tch choosin yeah that b-tch, that b-tch a f-ckin’ fan
im not even supposed to be with you
i told myself that i’m not that im not into you
she said she wanna leave me, she said she wanna be with me
but all i hear is , do-do-da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, ayy
i told myself that i wanna be with you
i told myself that i’m not into you
it’s kinda hard to breath i can’t even see
do-do-da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da
that double crossin’ ass n-gga, he stabbed me in the back 1 put my trust into this b-tch, she broke it, don’t know how
to act
i put my heart into these raps, addicted to somethin’ like crack
1 hopped up on the beat with my brother, it’s riverside to sac
and all these n-ggas said they with me, n-ggas p-ssy-cats all them n-ggas rappin’ bout them guns, them n-ggas f-ckin’ cappin
i just wanna ball up in my city and gang on the map
f-ckin’ n-ggas up, i’m robbin’ n-ggas and bounce in your trap
last n-gga talkin’ out his neck, bro, got put in his grave i don’t give a f-ck about relations, so who do i blame?
n-ggas up the pole, but didn’t blow, man, them n-ggas insane
rob da fuccin loc my n-gga len ‚we gon’ shine bout the fame
nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah
n-gga
i’m not even supposed to be with you

- robdaloc

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