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new job - lul bob lyrics

new job lyrics
[intro]
uh*uh, uh*uh*uh
uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh
uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh
uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh, uh, uh
traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
yeah, everything gone
what, traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
new job on the way, we ain’t gotta sell dope no more, yeah
yeah, i know some n*ggas on go mode, yeah
yeah, i know some n*ggas on go mode
(where you at michael?)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(ayy yo, waterboy, this sh*t wet)

[chorus]
traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
new job on the way, we ain’t gotta sell dope no more
ain’t gotta sell dope no more
still know some n*ggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still thuggin’ like i’m romo, yeah
these n*ggas b*tches, they h0m*, yeah
i got that game for the low low, yeah
i got that game for the low low
traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
new job on the way, we ain’t gotta sell dope no more
ain’t gotta sell dope no more
still know some n*ggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still thuggin’ like i’m romo, yeah
these n*ggas b*tches, they h0m*, yeah
i got that game for the low low, yeah
i got that game for the low low
[verse]
low low, got my own smoke, i don’t need what you got
need some ice up in this b*tch ’cause a n*gga gettin’ hot
you don’t really want to play ’cause your ass get shot (baow)
yeah, whipping up sauce in a pot
don’t act up, you can get lost in the pot
yeah, bad b*tch, but she kinda bossy a lot (what i’m sayin’)
you was talking, but she lost me a lot (let’s go)
when you started talking about what you not about (no, no)
runners, they shooters, they were run in your house, yeah
quieter than a motherf*cking mouse
yeah, till those bangers rang out (bang)
yeah, yeah, till those bangers rang out (bang)
got a .38 rang out just like a doorbell
six shots, but you don’t see no sh*lls
take him to the er, surgery don’t go well
godd*mn, he gone, oh well
that’s the way that this sh*t go in this street life, you gon’ talk one day you gon’ get hit by one
’bout one, these n*ggas don’t wanna play nothing, yeah
choppas and clear out the crowd like a ray gun
no, he don’t really want to die by this lifestyle
he don’t really want to die by this lifestyle
’cause that p*ssy n*gga can die right now
told that p*ssy n*gga, better pipe down
’cause i’m way too hype in this b*tch
yeah, lil’ mama, she booted up, he got that weird chain on, yeah, he fruited up
these n*ggas b*tches, every day they booted up
yeah, yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah*yeah
switch up the flow, but it’s still me
lb, goin’ in, godd*mn, what the f*ck that boy doing?
[chorus]
traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
new job on the way, we ain’t gotta sell dope no more
ain’t gotta sell dope no more
still know some n*ggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still thuggin’ like i’m romo, yeah
these n*ggas b*tches, they h0m*, yeah
i got that game for the low low, yeah
i got that game for the low low
traphouse, trapped out, everything gone
new job on the way, we ain’t gotta sell dope no more
ain’t gotta sell dope no more
still know some n*ggas on go mode
.9 on my waist, still thuggin’ like i’m romo, yeah
these n*ggas b*tches, they h0m*, yeah
i got that game for the low low, yeah
i got that game for the low low

[outro]
lb with f*ckin’ ‘nother one, yes, sir

- lul bob lyrics

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