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lirik lagu m.c. mack - rob me a bitch

[verse 1: lil corb]
jumpin’ up out the steamer, lookin’ meaner than a mad man
poppin’ the glock, makin’ a stain, countin’ up all of these dividends mane
scan man, k~rock, hoppin’ out with the infrared
red mask, chrome thang, took his cheese, left him dead
took his f~ckin’ body to an area of sanitation
body was rotten, body was stankin’, mane, i call it mutilation
body feelin’ kinda numb, chiefin’ blunts out in the cold
i cannot stop robbin’ ’cause them demons in my f~ckin’ soul
splurgin’ n~ggas ridin’ clean, make me want to pull your card
just because you got some gold an nouveau, mane, don’t make you hot
i will creep on your ass, time to break your f~ckin’ face
catch a rope around your throat and then i leave no f~ckin’ trace
leave no trace they find of me, after i done evil sh~t
lookin’ behind, look at my face, ’cause i leave no evidence
if i leave some evidence then i’ma be a marked man
empty out your glock, he try to throw me in a f~ckin’ van

[chorus: skitzo & lil corb]
rob me a b~tch, rob me a b~tch
ho, you got me f~cked up ’cause i’m all about my hustle, trick
rob me a b~tch, rob me a b~tch
ho, you got me f~cked up ’cause i’m all about my hustle, trick
rob me a b~tch, rob me a b~tch
ho, you got me f~cked up ’cause i’m all about my hustle, trick
rob me a b~tch, rob me a b~tch
ho, you got me f~cked up ’cause i’m all about my hustle, trick
[verse 2: skitzo]
my pockets kinda lonely, hard times on me, i can’t take this sh~t
police aim for skitzo, i won’t bizzow, i just stang a b~tch
a major hit is what i need to put myself right back on top
i think i got my mane, quickly c~ckin’ back my f~ckin’ glock
i done caught, me a lemon slippin’, hit him, stick him, flip him for his yay’
daze him with the gauge, buckshots spray in case he see my face
splurgin’ ass b~tches be watchin’ your back while you sellin’ your dope i be scopin’ your track and intentions you makin’, no quick to recieve
drop it off quick or be countin’ your zs
never plead, i don’t fear, smile for this infrared
flash, mane, but it ain’t cold to get me skitzo on your dope track
from a yard, from a foot, from a mile, or even inches
skitzo gonna always keep a lookout for you splurgin’ b~tches
hustlin’ since the age of tewelve, straight up biz with [?]
bonin’, gankin’, conin’, slangin’, i won’t stop, until i’m bail
might as well collect your meal, i say this, you say that
if i see you splurgin’, b~tch, best believe you gon’ get jacked
just like that, n~gga comin’ clean with them ox and vogues
five hoes dipped in gold, show none, leave my pockets swole
sell your soul, don’t be ‘fraid, either way, i still get paid

anyway, skitzo can’t be stuck in all this poverty
until i hit the lottery, i keep commitin’ this robbery

- lirik lagu m c mack

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