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robbin season - lil harold lyrics

[intro]
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh

[verse 1]
black air ones is what i got on
i’ll rob a n*gga down with his ice on
i’ll slap a n*gga out, put the tax on
i’ll buss all in her mouth she got a big tongue
they say its robbing season for the real k!llas
the real hittas
the young n*ggas
big pistol, it k!ll n*ggas
i don’t got time for no freak b*tch
but im
uh huh huh
21, 21
h dawg b*tch i like to walk sh*t
trey 5 7 like to talk sh*t
if eddie kane was out here you better hide b*tch
it ain’t no in between sh*t so free the guys b*tch
first gun that i tote, it was a thirty round
first rhyme that i wrote, i made a hundred thou’
big nuke had the coke, until we robbed him down
a lot of ops had jokes until we put em down
p*ssy
see there was this young n*gga right
i f*ckеd with this young n*gga
but my brother was telling me thе whole time
the n*gga had some p*ssy sh*t in his blood
dumb ass n*gga

[verse 2]
the n*gga wanna beef bout a b*tch i don’t do
n*ggas get on songs make diss, i’m gone shoot
this n*gga be pouting like a trick
how you gangsta but got feds in yo mix
i don’t want smoke with no snitch n*gga
you don’t bang 4l you ride d*ck n*gga
you put money on my head then send a blitz n*gga
triple cross his ass out cause i’m rich n*gga

i got tommy guns n*gga
i i that n*gga used to be my son n*gga
while i punch em down make him run n*gga
punch his ass out

old b*tch ass n*gga
old hoe ass n*gga

- lil harold lyrics

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