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bobbin season - ablock lyrics

( chorus: )

all you b-tches pay attention
i need that money f-ck yo feelings
can i get a witness
it’s robbin season, bobbin b-tches
it’s robbin season, bobbin b-tches
it’s robbin season, bobbin b-tches
woo, d-mn i’m ’bout my business
it’s robbin season, bobbin b-tches

(verse 1: woo ) yeah, it’s robbin season keep that chrome tight
chasing after money sh-t this finna be a long night.
bunch of double o’s so when i see you b-tch it’s on sight
p-ss a couple b-tches when i hit, she get that long pipe.
like bang bang and i’m on it and i’m ridin’ round wit my billy’s
f-ck, n-gg- talking that gangsta sh-t and i’m terrorizing yo city boy!
you ain’t really gone pop nothing my young n-gg-s gone pop something
yo girl call for that late d-ck and i hit her -ss before her pops come!

( verse 2: pound ) robbin season give it up or them guards squeezing
big bs yeah we blood leave a n-gg- bleeding
on that tlc sh-t late night i’m creeping
out da a, we got cha main b-tch freakin’
these n-gg-s hidin’, well these bullets f-ckin’ seekin’
my b-tch a angel and me ima f-ckin’ demon.
kickin’ doors for the cash cause i really need it.
i could f-ck any b-tch cause i’m so conceited!

(chorus)

( verse 3: ruu ) it’s robbin season bobbin b-tches
when you see me know i’m gripping with these hoes i’m steady pimpin’
at the top yeah b-tch i’m winning got that sour yeah that lemon
know i got it if i’m limping. sneak dissin hollows rippin
naked b-tches water whippin double cup lean i’m sippin’
a block i’m never flippin, all these n-gg-s food they switchin’
b-tch i’m clean like them dishes wrist shinnin’ get the wishin
loud pack i know you listen!

( pause )

( verse 4: 808 ) loud pack i know you listen, stay up out my business.
& she make me wanna kill her and i will not pay for dinner
808 i’m the reaper, man i’m too far off the meter
head a1 think i need her, head a1 come be my teacher.
treat me right, gotta please her, she got tricks, she a teaser
i can’t trust no f-ckin skeezer, let her go, i don’t need her
big b’s, blowin reefer, red rag, damu leader
ola love blood breeder, guards up, to my people aye!

( chorus 2x )

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