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live slow die fast - rob vicious lyrics

ayy rob, i think the feds is listenin’

[verse]
ayy
live slow die fast n*gga life short
big chop knock a n*gga off his high horse
feds come and hit the gas n*gga ridin’ sport
you ain’t got a pistol what the f*ck you wanna slide for
get money f*ck b*tches that’s the motive
n*ggas got some trump money
he was broke before corona
man this f*cked up
streets real cold
minnesota
you ain’t never had to mix no good dope with the soda
n*gga
i done ran through a whole hunnid
f*ck it
i don’t wanna talk lil b*tch keep suckin’
if it ain’t a 5 pin or a clip can’t trust it
had a couple old whips but i never had a bucket
i don’t give one f*cks, two f*cks
if it ain’t blue bucks
f*ck n*ggas klu klux
wanna hang with a n*gga
better lace your boots up
still thе same n*gga you can say i grew up
got a brand new b*tch
bring thе cash here
i don’t know her name
so i started [?]
i done let my hoe b*tches in the last year
it’s crazy all the k!llas that i lost in the past year
live slow die fast n*gga life short
i’d rather run from the feds n*gga f*ck court
even back in school i wanted bands
n*gga f*ck sports
n*gga you a fool for them bands
get you done for
yeah a n*gga rude
i want head baby nun more
i ain’t in the mood
it ain’t bread
what you come for
b*tch i’m from the west side
where the sun go
dumb hoe
we gon’ get this money n*gga f*ck hoes
we gon’ get a bag n*gga f*ck hoes
trust gone
n*gga where the f*ck did all the love go
dumb hoes fake bros
i don’t want those
f*ck hoes
gotta chase the dope cuz it come [?]
bread
we gon’ serve ’em cold cuts
n*gga cutthroat
gunsmoke
lil bro done turn into some blunt smoke
thumbin’ through these blues
all my friends really bloods though
dumb hoe playin’ with them bands
let the drum roll
[outro]
ayy
stack stack
we gon’ serve ’em cold cuts
n*gga cutthroat
ayy
lil b*tch i’m rob*

- rob vicious lyrics

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