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dear god - rob vicious lyrics

[intro]
ron-ron load it up, ron-ron load it up
all that motherf-ckin’ lyin’ sh-t, ayy
b-tch, i’m rob vicious
gang gang
gang, gang gang
gang, gang, gang gang
ron-ron do that sh-t

[chorus]
dear god (dear god)
what’s up with all these f-ck n-ggas? (f-ck n-ggas)
this the reason i don’t trust n-ggas (nah, ayy)
’cause we in the world full of f-ck n-ggas
(that’s why i don’t f-ck with), f-ck n-ggas
dear god (dear god)
what’s up with all these freak b-tches? (these freak b-tches)
i don’t trust these sneak b-tches (these sneak b-tches, gang)
pretty ho, come eat d-ck (come eat d-ck, ayy, gang)

[verse 1]
hop out with that 50 cal, they gon’ scream ricky (ricky)
little b-tches, i’m h-lla wavy, you seasicky (you seasicky)
in the trap house servin’ bobby, n-gga don’t need whitney (nah)
hit the cocaine with a spear, n-gga don’t need brittany (b-tch)
my mama told me don’t f-ck around with no f-ck n-ggas (no f-ck n-ggas)
so i chose don’t trust n-ggas, ’cause i f-ck around, might bust n-ggas (i bust n-ggas)
i ain’t touchin’ no sneak b-tch on no freak sh-t ’cause she need d-ck (she need d-ck)
h-ll nah, i don’t sneak diss, i just pull up with that heat stick (rrah)

[chorus]
dear god (dear god)
what’s up with all these f-ck n-ggas? (f-ck n-ggas)
this the reason i don’t trust n-ggas (i don’t trust n-ggas)
’cause we in the world full of f-ck n-ggas
(that’s why i don’t f-ck with), f-ck n-ggas (f-ck n-ggas)
dear god (dear god)
what’s up with all these freak b-tches? (these freak b-tches)
i don’t trust these sneak b-tches (these sneak b-tches)
pretty ho, come eat d-ck (come eat d-ck, baby, gang)

[verse 2]
i don’t trust these b-tches not a bit (not a bit)
i’ve been trappin’, trappin’, trappin’, since a jit (since a jit)
these n-ggas rappin’ ’bout that action, ain’t with sh-t (they ain’t with sh-t)
my youngins pull up with them motherf-ckin’ sticks (rrah, rrah)
i’m up a 100k, but i still hit a l!ck (i still hit a l!ck)
i don’t want her but i still might hit his b-tch (i still f-ck his b-tch, gang, ayy)
i don’t trust these n-ggas, all these n-ggas b-tch (all these n-ggas b-tch, ayy)
i might bust him in his motherf-ckin’ sh-t (rrah, f-ck you)

[chorus]
dear god (hahaha)
what’s up with all these f-ck n-ggas? (f-ck n-gga)
this the reason i don’t trust n-ggas (i don’t trust n-ggas, nah)
’cause we in the world full of f-ck n-ggas (f-ck n-ggas)
f-ck n-ggas (f-ck n-ggas)
dear god (dear god)
what’s up with all these freak b-tches? (that freak b-tch)
i don’t trust these sneak b-tches (on that sneak sh-t, ayy)
pretty ho, come eat d-ck (come eat d-ck, yeah, ayy)

[outro]
ayy
b-tch, i’m rob vicious

- rob vicious lyrics

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