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letra de thirty8 - robnhood tra

[chorus]
rob a n-gg-, make him get his sh-t back (sh-t back)
.38 special don’t click clack (no click clack)
run up on a n-gg- when it’s pitch black (pitch black)
wipe a n-gg- nose for some big racks (big racks)
take a n-gg- ho, he want his b-tch back (b-tch back)
gucci, louis, n-gg- know i mix match (mix match)
2020 benz, where he get that? (get that?)
money won’t fold, i got rack, rack, racks (racks)
perform with that strap, had to walk through the back
benzes on benzes, pull up back to back
cash out on the maybach and painted it black
used to be broke but i ain’t goin’ back
n-gg- want smoke, he get burnt like a match
rollie all gold and it shine like a flash
i get that guap and that guap for my dad
i know you a ho, let me feel on that -ss

[verse 1]
with a baddie, -ss fatty
check my patek, who want static?
who your daddy? let ’em have it
blue cheese, i got salad
-ss so fat, make me wanna make a family
-ss so fat, make me wanna go steady
hurricane katrina, shawty finna break the levee
call her lil caesars ’cause she hot and she ready
ew, hot, ew, she thot
want you want? pull up drop
drop the top off the lot
give me top, want that spot
i got cheese, f-ck they thought?
real vv’s in my clock
i got lean, i got guap
in my jeans, look like knots

[verse 2]
i get that money for certain
way that she sucking, might buy her a birkin, ooh
put the lil b-tch on the perkies
shawty gon’ ride on that d-ck like a circus, ooh
plastic f&n, no kickback
big body benz, i’ma let my b-tch whip that
if i take somethin’, you ain’t never getting sh-t back
n-gg- wanna play, send shots where your kids at (kids at)
my young n-gg- take off your top on my word
mention my name, leave your brain on the curb
robnhood, you know i’m fly as a bird
play with the gang, you get put on a shirt
k!lling these n-gg-s, i need me a he-rs-
smoking on og, i’m high off this earth
all of this money, it feel like a curse

[verse 3]
i am the goat and i see why they mad
diamonds they wet and they came with a splash
hop out the ghost ’cause the ‘rari too fast
they feelin’ it first ’cause they counted me last
i love the blue money, i’m countin’ this cash
bitin’ the swag and that sh-t there won’t last
come get your ho, i’ma give her a p-ss
i know they ain’t expect me to hop out the jag

- robnhood tra

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