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downerz - robbie b lyrics

[verse 1: malik white]
smoke seven blunts but i won’t eat
three days nigga no sleep
i ain’t trippin’ i do this often
say f-ck that nigga he be pillow talking
been working hard, i was born to ball
f-ck with nigga that are robbin’ still
hit a lick and then sell it all
tell that pussy nigga come up off it
my niggas raw and you niggas saucy
you the type to get robbed for flossin’
i’m drippin’ b-tches i can’t get em off me
semi-auto nigga and i stay with hollows
shut the f-ck up, you don’t want no problems
cause that sneak dissing that’ll get you off
watch the news they puttin’ niggas on it
hit a stain and then catch a body
pop like 3 xan’s and then forget about it
twistin’ woods man its that good

[verse 2: robbie b]
probably chillin’ twisting backwoods
yo’ b-tch callin’ callin’ cause its that good
i’ve been trapping trapping trying to make it happen
tunnel vision trying to get the cabbage
pussy boy you need to quit the acting
nigga you just rapping you ain’t bout that action
niggas crippin’ we can get it crackin’
niggas blood and we can get it poppin’
got the 30 and the snub nose
told a pussy come out them balenciagas
i’m the hottest nigga from the 3rd coast
working working like a furlough
trying buy my momma fur coats
ain’t no pancakes i got syrup though
i’m hippie nigga rockin’ tye-dye
you fake nigga, you a sci-fy
putting kush in the air like wi-fi
till a young nigga chilling sky hi
god d-mn
what’s the hold up
money is the motivation
niggas hate what i’m creating
cause it leave them stuck on basic
had them rocks up in my asics
i was running to them smokers
out here taken niggas chips
nigga lifes a game of poker
something like the us open
how i’m serving with a purpose
yo’ b-tch slurping, sloppy jerkin
while you out here buying purses
nigga you worthless
i’m ducking them serpents
trying be rich as a preacher
leave you leaking by them churches
nigga you weak
i don’t f-ck with you cause i don’t want to get turned it
just know, let a nigga try me
guarantee i murk em
young rob

[verse 3 – a$ap ant]
popped a xan i’m high as f-ck
pulled up in a tonka truck
bet that b-tch gunna f-ck
bet that b-tch gunna suck
niggas goofy like donald duck
all hustle, no luck
when i pull up you know whats up
bow bow at your fitted hat
been broke i ain’t going back
need a porchse that’s all black
& i got the gat to match
warren sapp with the sack
little niggas for my pack
niggas lurkin’, stay strapped
drive-by’s in cadillacs
aiming at ya face tats
need a feature? cost a rack
the mafia i getchu wacked
john gotti i’m kamakazi
in the river they find ya body
moss berg, brand new shotty
free bobby and rowdy

- robbie b lyrics

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