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robber - ncg madmax lyrics

[chorus: ncg madmax]
boy you a- boy you a hoe
my cousin a robber
run up on me and get hit with the chopper
b-tch i been thuggin’ since i was a toddler
fresh outta jail [?]
young n-gg- cold, think its the rollie
24 shots in my glock call me kobe
boy you a baby remind me of [?]
get shot in your face if i find out you owe me
if i ever go broke imma stick up the store
tie up your uncle b-tch get on the floor
gon’ reach for my chain imma get that [?]
uppin’ the ruger imma knock off his fro
go to the club and i pull out the racks
your b-tch in the 6 and i’m breakin’ her back
i got like 50 rounds in the mac
stackin’ my money it’s tall like the [?]

[verse: ncg madmax]
your jury be failin’ you n-gg-
that gang that you claimin’ ain’t claimin’ you n-gg-
pic-sso i pull up and paint me a n-gg-
hop out while you sleep leave your brains on the pillar
beat a n-gg- now he look like a [?]
you know i been thuggin’ since i was in pampers
i’m [?]
i came from the streets like [?]

[chorus: ncg madmax]
boy you a hoe
my cousin a robber
run up on me and get hit with the chopper
b-tch i been thuggin’ since i was a toddler
fresh outta jail [?]
young n-gg- cold, think its the rollie
24 shots in my glock call me kobe
boy you a baby remind me of [?]
get shot in your face if i find out you owe me
if i ever go broke imma stick up the store
tie up your uncle b-tch get on the floor
gon’ reach for my chain imma get that [?]
uppin’ the ruger imma knock off his fro
go to the club and i pull out the racks
your b-tch in the 6 and i’m breakin’ her back
i got like 50 rounds in the mac
stackin’ my money it’s tall like the [?]

[verse: quin nfn]
hol’ on
hol’ on
ayy
everything gotta be understood
it ain’t no hesitation to pick up a payment go get me a cheque and i’m good
now i’m poppin’ like [?] and these hoes wanna fake it but i’m tryna hit me a jug
n-gg- drop a location quit fakin’ my young n-gg-s waiting to get in yall hood
boy you a b-tch my n-gg-s be jackin’
i took his b-tch she came with a [?]
my lil b-tch [?] like she came in a [?]
[?] if it feels like his [?]
we took his chain he better quit lackin’
but we not gon’ post it and put it on captions
i ain’t tryna f-ck and you know i ain’t p-ssin’
gonna slide on a glove lil b-tch i’m michael jackson

- ncg madmax lyrics

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