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lirik lagu rob49 - jetwifi

[intro: birdman & rob49]
f~ck them p~ssy~ass n~ggas, nephew, lay ’em down (blatt)
f~ck ’em, better them than us, you heard me, 5?
we on that type of time
bulletproof when we ridin’ ’round, movin’ ’round, n~gga (woo, yeah)
big sticks
i been gettin’ the racks off features, n~gga (yeah)

[verse 1: rob49]
on a jet, this b~tch got wifi (yeah), send a hit through facetime
big ol’ stick look like a guitar (yeah), n~ggas know we rock out (brrt)
vvs, my grill cost a check (skrrt), n~gga, f~ck a cookout (yeah)
catch him on that bike like lil’ pappy (on my son), we got n~ggas shook, huh (yeah)
big ol’ pimpin’, doin’ one fifty in this trackhawk truck (yeah, in this trackhawk truck)
tryna keep up with vm, got n~ggas f~ckin’ they paper up, for real (n~ggas f~ckin’ they papеr up)
shout out ytb, you know that get~back sh~t a must, n~gga (yeah)
bulletproof escaladе, this bullsh~t cost a rolls truck, woo (yeah)
in the trap house, day and night, kid cudi, hoo (yeah)
hide your credit cards ’cause he a scammer, oh lord (yeah)
when pimp was me on callin’ me on facetime to show forty (yeah)
we had nilly in the trap, goin’ back and forth for four months, n~gga (yeah)
say you more piped up than me, then p~ssy, show somethin’, n~gga (yeah)
i was tryna find a house to cut the dope up, n~gga (house to cut the f~ckin’ dope in)
me and my main ho famous, n~gga, pipe your b~tch up, n~gga (yeah)
hidin’ the drugs inside the house, she don’t even know what her son sellin’ (yeah)
testify (yeah), these n~ggas rappin’ and testifyin’, guess i’m a different kind (gang)
i ain’t nothin’ like them other guys, i’d k!ll him if he mine (yeah)
but sh~t, i know this n~gga ain’t mine and i know what i saw (i know what i saw)
and i’m out here actin’ like i was blind, i ain’t need no key to start (yeah)
i’m in a rental with switches and glizzys and k!llers (yeah)
i’m in the trenches, first n~gga play with me, put somethin’ in that river, woo
in a maybach like rick ross, this ain’t maybach music, n~gga (woo)
net up 500k this month, n~ggas think i’m lyin’, they stupid, woo (gang)
[bridge: birdman & rob49]
yeah, b~tch, and i’m fresh out the trenches, n~gga, on a g5 (we on that type of time)
you understand?
n~gga know it’s f~ckin’ vulture mob, could do or die, n~gga
if a n~gga play, nail them to the f~ckin’ cross, n~gga (yeah, yeah)
bleed a n~gga buried by the f~ckin’ 11, n~gga, you understand
i’ma die about this vmb, you understand (f~ck this n~gga), it’s in my f~ckin’ blood, n~gga (blood, n~gga)
you n~ggas ain’t gettin’ no f~ckin’ money like us, n~gga, you understand (gang, yeah)
the biggest in this sh~t (sh~t, sh~t, woo)

[verse 2: rob49]
i’m on adderall, mm~hmm (alright)
pressure bust some pipes, i’m out here, payment on my heart, mm~hmm (gang)
200k in a day, big 49, trap god, mm~hmm (yeah)
i know young n~ggas who litter than this right back in the fort (yeah)
them n~ggas thought we lost it, woo (woo)

[outro: birdman]
all them n~ggas that’s gone and been forgot about, we ain’t never forget about ’em
we on that type of time
f~ck who don’t like it, we on that type of sh~t
f~ck who ain’t with us, we on that type of sh~t
we f~ckin’ over everything that ain’t with us
yeah, for a fact, mm~hmm

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