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no hatin - rob vicious lyrics

[intro]
lil’ nate what the f*ck is you doing?
aye rob, i think the feds is listenin’
glizzy glizzy

[verse 1]
comin’ from the bottom b*tch, we started off with nothing
jumped up off the porch, hit the trap, got it jumping
i got partners that be scamming
but all my n*ggas hustling
he ‘gone shoot you infront that camera, lil n*gga don’t say nothing
aye, you ain’t talking money, n*gga you ain’t saying nothing
you talking whole lotta money for a n*gga who don’t touch it
i like that fast money, that cash money
yeah b*tch i rush it
for that fast money i’m a crush dummy
b*tch i’m ‘gone bust
bro want to drop an opp it’s nothing
but if i see cops, i’m shootin the spot
i’m hittin the block, i’m running
lil rob in the pot i work with the work like i’m punching the clock or something
n*gga go get you a knot or something
babe come suck on the c*ck or something
n*ggas is broke, this is not assumptions

[verse 2]
everybody еating, ain’t n0body hatin’
you still waitin’ for that bag, hit a l!ck and quit complainin’
i got youngings bust yo’ ass for that bag f*ck you sayin’
run up on you with that mask, fully mag, get to spraying
you get love from thе plug
you cop a couple bales
n*gga you a duck send his ass a couple sh*lls
gotta hit this corner, i gotta make a sale (make a sale)
kush, coke, pills, that’s my f*cking cartel
hold on, hold on
gotta keep a chop for an opp (aye, aye)
shout out to yo’ b*tch she a bum (gang, gang)
gotta keep them sticks for these opps (aye, bang)
pull up with that stick, stock on top (gang, gang)

- rob vicious lyrics

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