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lirik lagu sob x rbe - no discussion

rbe, sob that’s the gang b-tch

aye, yeah, yeeaah yeah

first things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin’
air this b-tch out, ain’t got time for discussions
switch whips then go chill with my b-tch like its nothin’
but you would never know when you f-ckin’ with them suckas
can’t trust hoes, i can’t even trust my mainey
she tell me that she love me that’s a mothaf-ckin’ shame
buffs on my face cost a mothaf-ckin’ range
but you ain’t gotta pay it when you sn-tch it from a lame

can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad?
why these n-gg-s so mad?
probably cause yo b-tch want an sob n-gg-
’cause she tired of yo -ss
and i’m still with the same n-gg-s i was raised with
‘strictly only brothers’, we be strictly on some gang sh-t
and that’s why, b-tch i’m too anti
i can’t trust these hoes, so don’t ask me why can i
’cause she only want a n-gg- ’cause i’m on n-gg-
can somebody please tell me if i’m wrong n-gg-
buffed up like a strong n-gg-
12 years old was bustin’ moves like a grown n-gg-
you got the right n-gg-, but the wrong n-gg-
feds on the line, girl i can’t be on the phone with you
if you ain’t a loyal b-tch, can’t get along with you
if you a broke n-gg-, i can’t smoke no strong with you

i don’t send ‘good morin’ texts’, i’m the n-gg- who receive them
these hoes ain’t sh-t, i’ma dog ’em then i leave ’em
cut a b-tch off, you the n-gg- tryna keep ’em
prescriptions through the buffs, f-ck n-gg-s i don’t see ’em
aye, and what these lil n-gg-s mad fo’?
how they feelin’ froggy but ain’t leap? must be tadpoles
keep a big clip, this b-tch longer than a afro
i’m married to that cash, f-ck a b-tch, i’m a -sshole
black n-gg- with the mac like bernie
bro got the .30, he’s a shoot like curry
tints on the buffs, mothaf-ckas get blurry
and n-gg-s talkin’ down, ‘lol’, i ain’t worried
if it ain’t money i ain’t pickin’ up my telephone
and how these n-gg-s real? they get to run around and tell on hoes
white frames see through fake like a telescope
these bullets comin’ to a n-gg- live like it’s periscope, gang

first things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin’
air this b-tch out, ain’t got time for discussions
switch whips then go chill with my b-tch like its nothin’
but you would never know when you f-ckin’ with them suckas
can’t trust hoes, i can’t even trust my mainey
she tell me that she love me, that’s a mothaf-ckin’ shame
buffs on my face cost a mothaf-ckin’ range
but you ain’t gotta pay it when you sn-tch it from a lame

george got the chop, make you lean like a bo’ sippa
t.o got the stock 25 shots fo’ four n-gg-s
knew what these streets was when a n-gg- dove in ’em
see you broke hoes a mile away, i got hoe vision
was shootin’ at the ground, tryna have a n-gg- toe missin’
i’m up top with it, tryna have a n-gg- dome missin’
and if yo b-tch slide, she get all head, no kissin’
thinkin’ i’ma cuff, lol, bro this hoe trippin’
pause b-tch, i’ma mothaf-ckin’ dog b-tch
and i stay strapped like i never gon’ raw b-tch
y’all can have a million guns, still ain’t goin’ spark sh-t
gang full of demons, ain’t no n-gg- finna cross sh-t
bro’s turned to fake n-gg-s, swear i hate snake n-gg-s
seen true colors, so this .40 have to paint n-gg-s
7.62’s for you suckas and who hang with ’em
sob b-tch, if i’m f-ckin’ then the gang hittin’, b-tch

first things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin’
air this b-tch out, ain’t got time for discussions
switch whips then go chill with my b-tch like its nothin’
but you would never know when you f-ckin’ with them suckas
can’t trust hoes, i can’t even trust my mainey
she tell me that she love me, that’s a mothaf-ckin’ shame
buffs on my face cost a mothaf-ckin’ range
but you ain’t gotta pay it when you sn-tch it from a lame

- lirik lagu sob x rbe

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