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letra de bob marley - sob x rbe

[intro]
will stop playing with these n-ggas

[verse 1: daboii]
and i ain’t finna to lose out b-tch these af1’s
speaking of the ones, b-tch i ain’t the one
n-gga take something from who? you ain’t taking none
my own brother’s wanna k!ll me boy they fake or what?
yeah i got this b-tch squirting, you can’t make her cum
like i’m pulling up from three, i ain’t laying up
my bro just hit a opp b-tch, now she prayin’ for us
and why you think my brother with me? b-tch he came to f-ck

[verse 2: slimmy b]
a n-gga try to take this chain off me? then you a stupid n-gga
balling hard, tryna make the league like these hoopin’ n-ggas
bro ain’t got no bread, i tell him go, he get to shootin’ n-ggas
and you would think we racist how we bouncing out and doin’ n-ggas
lost my heart the same day i started losing n-ggas
i don’t wanna shake no hands, i ain’t coo’ wit’ n-ggas
the same b-tch you call your main b-tch, she just blew a n-gga
throw a hundred in that ‘k clip and put ’em through a n-gga

[verse 3: daboii]
and you don’t wanna know what’s in my dreams but it get lucid in there
h-ll no i ain’t getting in that whip boy you got rufus in it
bro’ll grab that ‘k and get to spittin’ like a tooth is missing
h-ll no you ain’t pullin’ down them pants, you been pootin’ in ’em
[verse 4: slimmy b]
n-ggas want me dead in these streets, that’s why i carry
this red got a n-gga moving slow like i’m gary
i’m a real fast money boy like i’m barry
a n-gga might just fly out to the dealership with jerry

[verse 5: daboii]
f-ck it brodie call up jered, i think it’s time to shoo
i gave my lil’ bro the glock and said it’s time to shoot
and we ain’t came to order nothing but we still driving through
oh that n-gga your brother? b-tch you dying too

[verse 6: slimmy b]
bad lil’ b-tch, treat the d-ck like blow pop
how the f-ck you n-ggas tryna funk and got no guap
how the f-ck you n-ggas want smoke, ain’t got no opps
cutthoat n-gga play with me and get your throat chopped

[verse 7: daboii]
and me and slimmy same gang, b-tch you know how me and bro rock
your b-tch call me daddy too, boy we both pops
he was in the whip with that sucka, now they both shot
slide up over here like it’s good and get road blocked

[verse 8: slimmy b]
track two, just for the shoes that’s a bandy
f-cked her off the perc then i made her eat a plan b
i told her sip the cup and she said it taste like candy
treat a sucka like a rubber band, i’m tryna stretch ’em
[verse 9: daboii]
bet it on the dice, what they hit for?
looking for a opp grave for me to p-ss on
sucka post his location, oh you big bold
have the whole house rockin’, hmm flintstones

[verse 10: slimmy b]
d-mn, that’s what you doin’ cut?
i can’t count how many times i ran through a dub
can’t be true to no suckas, i’m true to my thugs
bro just brought a brick of lean he true to the mud

[verse 11: daboii]
ugh, i ain’t even gon’ lie, girl yo’ ass fine
but b-tch you ain’t sh-t but a bad vibe
i told my opps up ten, them boys ain’t have five
look at my b-tch leaving me on read, hmm black eye

[verse 12: slimmy b]
doing donuts in the cat this ain’t no rt
hit his chest with that glock and stop his heartbeat
do i give a f-ck about a b-tch? sh-t hardly
f-ck suckas, we want all the smoke, bob marley
on the gang

- sob x rbe

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