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letra de rich - sob x rbe

[verse 1: daboii]
b-tch, when you speakin’ on my gang, put some respect on it
now she lyin’ to the boy, i don’t stress on it
b-tch, i don’t need an army with me, to the neck totin’
whole d-ck down her throat, leave her neck swollen
p-lo brought the b-ss bouncin’, throw it back, b-tch
hold up, turn the beat up, this sh-t slap, b-tch
i don’t shop at nordstrom rack, this from saks fifth
oh, you’ll k!ll me over that ho? bro, you that p-ssed? (nerd)
and n-gg-, i done spent ’bout thirty on guns
that we don’t flex in videos, we tryna murder your son
opps had always look at me and they just worried because
so much pain that i had felt, that sh-t turned me a thug
get out my ear with all that sh-t that i don’t wanna hear
if that n-gg- ain’t bust for me, i don’t wanna be here (nerd)
n-gg- when the head fire, you ain’t gon’ wanna steer
and i just brought three new guns, meet the musketeers

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
ayy, i got shooters who gon’ catch a whole case in this b-tch
four chains on, cost a wraith in this b-tch
no aim, n-gg-, ain’t n-body safe in this b-tch
i just pulled up in a foreign, we could race in this b-tch
uh, yeah, them n-gg-s on that sh-t again
hit the b-tch and i hit her friend
and i just spent twenty bands on the drip, baby
ain’t gotta worry ’bout no n-gg- when you rich, baby

[verse 2: slimmy b]
pull up on your block with that show stopper (b-tch)
chopper make a n-gg- bounce like a low rider
n-gg-s say they got a bag, ain’t got one dollar
how you n-gg-s say y’all funkin’, ain’t got one problem?
hit that p-ssy out the park, i’ma barry bonds it
threw some diamonds on my b-tch, now my b-tch tryin’ it
catch an m, throw the glock, then we switch things
run a n-gg- off the road, we don’t switch lanes
ayy, b-tch, let me see that big thing (ayy, b-tch)
ayy, b-tch, back back ’cause your sh-t stink (b-tch)
same n-gg-s to the death, i don’t switch lanes
in a b-tch face yellin’, “b-tch,” like rick james
i ain’t really worried ’bout the half, b-tch, pay me
i ain’t givin’ no sucker a p-ss, i ain’t savin’
thought she was gettin’ more than d-ck, the b-tch cravin’
thought that i really fell in love, b-tch brazy (nope)

- sob x rbe

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