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robbed - loser club lyrics

[verse 1: jimmy]
run it run it
me and dos lookin like dumb and dumber
we’re the greatest new boy band, up and commers
and you know we get b*tches now hit the buzzer
i saw a b*tch like never before
i said you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours
i said you’re so perfect and you should be adored
i shot my shot and that b*tch she ignored
she said
calm down, you’re not that
mr, big mac
with the fat ass abs
and your, mad tapped and u get no cat
d*mn you really f*cking thought that i would tap that?
no chance come get your bro
cause you dumbass b*tch ain’t getting no blow
no blow no play, no head no gamе
not b*tches on yo d*ck do get what i’m saying?

[pre*chorus: jimmy & dos]
do you get what i’m saying b*tch
mе and big doss yeah you know we ain’t playin b*tch
we super quick yeah you know that we chasin’
b*tch we electric we go super saiyan
on a roll like it’s bread, we ain’t breakin’
honour roll like we getting all a’s and
as bs please god knows we
gon have this b*tch shaken
[chorus: jimmy & dos]
b*tch we stole her f*cking dog
we stole her dog that b*tch she got robbed
she didn’t want talk
that b*tch she got popped
while on the walk
that dumb b*tch she got caught
stole her f*cking dog
like b*tch we be runnin away
you know she chasin but we ain’t afraid
she shoulda said shoulda said yes to the date
i ain’t letting go yeah he’ll never escape

[verse 2: dos]
i’m running away from these b*tches
got some big dogs then b*tch i’m f*ckin’ dippin’
got some big rocks then b*tch i’m f*ckin’ sniffin’
got her lil dog and that f*cker went missin’
she at her lowest, i ain’t talkin’ griffin
all in my head, like a muhf*cker giving
i got b*tches goin’ crazy for s*x
pull down my pants and i’m muhf*ckin’ drillin’
drillin’ b*tches on my d*cktip
i’m goin’ crazy like a f*ckin’ piston
makin’ me slime and i’m muhf*ckin’ stickin’
i ain’t got lube, i ain’t muhf*ckin’ slippin’
i got b*tches goin’ distance
i’m f*ckin’ 3 hoes, i’m thinkin’ it’s christmas
type of guy to make santa my b*tch, gonna cross his ass offa my hitlist
i got p*ssy on my wishlist
[pre*chorus: jimmy & dos]
do you get what i’m saying b*tch
me and big doss yeah you know we ain’t playin b*tch
we super quick yeah you know that we chasin’
b*tch we electric we go super saiyan
on a roll like it’s bread, we ain’t breakin’
honour roll like we getting all a’s and
as bs please god knows we
gon have this b*tch shaken

[chorus: jimmy & dos]
b*tch we stole her f*cking dog
we stole her dog that b*tch she got robbed
she didn’t want talk
that b*tch she got popped
while on the walk
that dumb b*tch she got caught
stole her f*cking dog
like b*tch we be runnin away
you know she chasin but we ain’t afraid
she shoulda said shoulda said yes to the date
i ain’t letting go yeah he’ll never escape

b*tch we stole her f*cking dog
we stole her dog that b*tch she got robbed
she didn’t want talk
that b*tch she got popped
while on the walk
that dumb b*tch she got caught
stole her f*cking dog
like b*tch we be runnin away
you know she chasin but we ain’t afraid
she shoulda said shoulda said yes to the date
i ain’t letting go yeah he’ll never escape

- loser club lyrics

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