Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lobby, artist - 821Date of issue: 20.03.2016
Song language: English
Lobby |
| I pulled up in that doodoo lobby |
| She know im gettin' money in that lobby |
| Im with my niggas cus they got me |
| And all my niggas get stew lobby |
| I fucks your bitch, I fuck your mommy |
| Behind that bitch like I’m a mummy |
| I pulled up in that doodoo lobby |
| She know im gettin' money in that lobby |
| I pullup on em in that ah ah ah |
| I pull that trigga hear that ah ah ah |
| I fuck that bitch and she say ah ah ah |
| He talkin' crazy, come outside |
| Shoutsout to that cash shit |
| Shoutsout to that bad bitch |
| Im so high, Like the sun, I be on that Steve Nash shit |
| A Couple pulls then I pass it |
| Duffle full of that cash shit |
| No I don’t stash shit, If you touch that then yo ass hit |
| I mean casket |
| I mean white sheets |
| Yo bitch house where I might be |
| Direct the shooters like Spike Lee |
| Then its respirators and IV’s |
| D-D-Don't try me |
| My .40 Cal is my ID |
| My shawty foul and she might be, that nightmare to that nice dream |
| Just do it, cus do it |
| Livin' life with that night beam |
| Fly nigga I’m sight seein' |
| Like me you like bein' |
| Homie tight I fucked his B. M |
| Im fuckin' ha and she stuck wit him |
| I said homie tight, I fucked his B. M, Im fuckin' ha and she stuck wit him |
| (Hook) |
| (KK Da Don) |
| I-I-I-I'm in the checks, ain’t hard to find me |
| I only let my barber line me |
| And my boy he beat that body |
| We hit your wife, shit you know, Homi |
| He prolly even hit yo mommy |
| Gunna gang and showa possy |
| to 5 6, they gottem right in the lobby |
| Im on the first floor like Bobby, on the left side like Kanyeez |
| Don’t work so good, might catch a body |
| Im screamin' R.I.P to Scottie |
| All the stew cook on the stove |
| Big bills when we roll |
| Straight high tops, no lows |
| My niggas all flee down to the soul |
| When that paper right, it don’t fold |
| And that cannon made my heart cold |
| When you walk through you gotta pay toll |
| Break bread with my bros |
| Head shots to my foes |
| Bands all in my clothes |
| Feens strizzin like strippers |
| When we posted up on that pole |
| (Hook) |