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robbin' nikkas - 062tre lyrics

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(chorus)
huh, we go ahead and rob the n*gga
this n*gga think this drac don’t quake, ill shoot yo ass right with this trigger
f*ck n*gga keep talkin’ on the net i f*cked around and cut off all his fingers
i’m with yo b*tch she takin’ d*ck i f*cked around and made her thicker

(verse)
yeah, uh, the n*gga started movin quicker
that arp he got, it didn’t work, we left him with a sticker
n*gga tried to walk me down, i f*cked around with a lil kicker
made the n*gga call me master, like he a f*ckin’ cotton picker
ahh, that boy stay dissin’ with his chest
spun around that n*gga block, and doot, doot, doot, like johnny test
and b*tch i’m talkin ’bout his momma, popped her ass right into rest
b*tch if bk f*ck witchu, don’t be too scarеd to get too pressed
glahh glahh* comе here
the arp gon’ go to work, b*tch, if dd keep on tryin’, leave holes in his f*ckin’ shirt
n*gga got on all these chains, let’s see how much that b*tch is worth
that n*gga got no money, let’s get that b*tch on reassured

(chorus)
huh, we go ahead and rob the n*gga
this n*gga think this drac don’t quake, ill shoot yo ass right with this trigger
f*ck n*gga keep talkin’ on the net i f*cked around and cut off all his fingers
i’m with yo b*tch she takin’ d*ck i f*cked around and made her thicker

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