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lirik lagu rob49 - pack flipper

[intro]
(danny franchise, you did it again)
yeah
huh, sh~t, uh, yeah (and if the beat live, you know lil ju made it)

[verse 1]
gabby douglas on the mat the way i flip the pack, huh (yeah)
same way that you p~ssies whip, the way bro whip the crack, yeah
f~ck the nfl and nba, b~tch, i’m a rapper (yeah)
like fire drills, these n~ggas sound real, n~ggas cappin’, yeah
f~ck the music, i ain’t tryna ’bout heads i tapped
my daddy keep tellin’ me health is real, i’m sorry, my pockets fat
all that p~ssy~ass n~gga sh~t n~ggas be doin’, it get ’em slapped (slapped)
if she ain’t tryna f~ck a n~gga on the first night, kick her out
i’m playin’, but i ain’t givin’ her nothin’, i took two percs, i’m bustin’
i’m clutchin’, middle of the jungle, same hoes who played, i f~cked ’em (yeah)
i don’t even talk to my cousin, he fool as f~ck, it’s f~ck him
whole time he say he love, n~gga plottin’ on a come up
i done sold more gas than bp, i done sold more pounds than tre
in the trap house every day like i ain’t got money, sellin’ yay
yeah, white girl look like caitlyn clark and grits stuck to the plate, huh
every n~gga tryna on big v3, they gotta pay, yeah
the price on weed just ain’t the same no more, huh (it ain’t the same)
i was prayin’ to god for a plug and he ain’t come (he ain’t come)
like wheezy f. baby daddy, i’m stuntin’ (yeah)
when i f~ck hoes, i’ma f~ck her ’til she cummin’
treat a bad ho like she country, i done made 400k this week
i done went back to the streets and fed by f~ckin’ hood like ebt
why n~ggas dyin’? it’s ’cause of me
n~gga want beef, i guess it’s beef
it’s my time, it’s patek philippe
perc’ 30 put your ass to sleep
call up wafi, tell him i need two hundred thousand dollars worth of pink
money good, b~tch, i eat chicken, bro take first perc’ like gremlins
like kodak, i paintin’ the picture, my neck and wrist is p~ssy
comin’ home smellin’ like i’m fishin’, got fish scale on the dishes
[interlude]
yeah, the biggest
can’t her it stress you out, dog, know what i’m sayin’?
real boss n~ggas do what we want out here, better believe it
sh~t (sh~t)

[verse 2]
yeah, told the b~tch that if she ’bout to start stressin’ me out, i’m gettin’ her gone (yeah)
i know hoes who boyfriend beat the f~ck out them behind my songs (for real)
my pants and my jacket chrome, go ask my city, i put sh~t on
i heard n~ggas say it’s smoke, man, tell them n~ggas this ain’t what they want (at all)
i pushin’ p like pump, 49 f~ck any ho he want (for real)
in the a, i’m screamin’, “free slime,” he ain’t tell her get back home (free slime)
real know i want his ho, but he act dumb like he don’t know (the f~ck?)
if you see him there, i’ma send them f~ckin’ smackers, b~tch, drop that lo’, yeah
diamonds hittin’ like tank, 49 f~ck bad hoes that you can’t, huh
i done got sh~t spanked, b~tch, get sh~t spanked to up your rank, huh
i done plead the fifth every time i’m in that jam, b~tch, what you think?
we done made n~ggas’ mama cry, take pills to ease the pain (yeah)
dread head, all he know is bang~bang like he chief
why they dyin’? ’cause of me, i could tell your diamonds cheap
in the trap house with a glee, pop that p~ssy, let me see
on a song screamin’, “free my f~ckin’ uncle reggie 3”

[outro]
the biggest
the biggest
big 49, man, let me fly
stop holdin’ my wings back, man, let me fly
n~ggas cliquin’ up, man, i’m turnin’ the clique up
what’s good? do what you want
we ain’t goin’ outside this circle for nothin’
vm, vulture mafia, vc, vulture cartel, it is what it is

- lirik lagu rob49

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