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lirik lagu bobby gore - toast

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verse 1: (wallah)
sliding down ya block
i kno ya hear my speaker
hide ya b-tch bruh
if ya wanna keep her
have her suckin my d-ck
rolling my reefa
u mad in ya feelings
now ya leave her
callin her a hoe
out the p-ssenger side
she let that thing blow
riding around the town
with my ace on a cash flow
if that p-ssy n-gga hating
then his -ss gotta go
oh

verse 2: (bobby gore)
ion like the ones that jam
prefer the ones that revolve
211, get the math?
any problem i’ll solve
that b-tch got 11 shots
might not need to make a call
all my n-ggas well fed
i ain’t trying to hit my dogs
get cha aid and -ssistance
any n-gga who persistent
chew you up like my food
then make ya chick do the dishes
tie ya up, then make you watch
while i give that b-tch the bi’ness
then give you bouth head shots
and leave my kids as a witness
b-tch it’s robbing season
stick you for no reason
tlc, i’m creeping
leave you n-ggas leaking
black on black, mask on
hoodie tight so i can see ya
catch a n-gga while i’m hunting
boy i wouldn’t wanna be ya
well trained, yet untamed
here to f-ck up everything
make that fat b-tch sang
when she see the gun i bring
i dun came, i dun seen
gotta conquer anything
need the money and the power
i’m a motherf-cking king

verse 3: (young five)


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