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gold rolex - bobby sessions lyrics

[intro: bobby sessions]
bobby sessions, yeah, hol’ up
yeah
ayy

[verse 1: bobby sessions]
real recognize real, n*gga, you aren’t identified
diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized
talkin’ sh*t, that’s ill*advised, probably why my hater’s sick
saw the cake inside my bank increase because i made a wish
saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid
cracker give me funny look ’cause i’m stayin’ at the ritz
walkin’ like a pimp with a cane and a limp
mesmerize your b*tch, she watch my d*ck swing to the left
popped my trunk and then i dipped, uh, donald trump a b*tch
texas n*gga, pleasant grove, you better know that i’m legit
took the shackles off my soul, i never sold it for a cent
now the wrist is full of gold, i hit the goal and now i’m rich, uh
made some new ones
kept this sh*t one hunnid, now it’s paid up with the blue ones
i expose the system, take a look at how they do us
they wanna hate me, tell the world that i’m a nuisance
p*ssy n*gga, do some, legend

[chorus: z*ro]
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
yo, started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor
a n*gga still tryna catch up twenty bricks later, uh (hahaha)
i just want my worth, is that too much?
load my pistol ‘fore i leave and my b*tch wish me good luck
i stood up on each ave (uh*huh), collectin’ this free cash
at least i thought it was, free ab and free cass (free the real ones)
i hit once and she ask me to buy her a g*wag’ (what?)
and now she mad ’cause that p*ssy not worth a e*class
spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, n*gga
i’m out in st. croix with in f*ckin’ on playboy b*tches (haha)
they wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (why?)
’cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on n*ggas (huh)
they wanna take me back, i can’t let ’em, though
2021, i’m goin’ up or goin’ federal
i set the bar, n*gga (i set the bar, n*gga)
this palm angels jacket an extra large, mob sh*t
before i start the engine, i check the car, sopranos

[chorus: z*ro & freddie gibbs]
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes (yeah)
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate (yeah)
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes (yeah, b*tch, yeah)
[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
at night, i can’t sleep (nah), i toss and turn (for sure)
so i just jump in the ‘vert, dr. dre, chronic gettin’ burned (skrrt)
i just put my side b*tch on some forgis, don’t scr*pe the curb (b*tch)
spot a opp’, get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (f*ck n*gga, yeah)
mr. kane, pistol stay dirty but i got clean work (yeah)
once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work (lil’ p*ssy ass n*gga)
smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the beamer
load the heron, leon, dion, i switch the league up (sh*t)
kane, hoe, you can’t ‘tain me with a kiss or a gold ring
send her back to her husband, she just f*ckin’ to maintain
i cannot be monogamous, these b*tches be playin’ games
b*tch, i rap for a hobby, i sell drugs to maintain, yeah (maintain it, b*tch)
and it’s been that way (yeah)
put your money up and get your package sent that way (yeah)
turn 12 for a deal, white went that way (f*ck that n*gga)
left stain in the street when he got hit that day, b*tch (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)

- bobby sessions lyrics

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