| Ayy, Rob
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| I think the feds is listenin'
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| Ayy (Shh, ayy)
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| Ooh
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| Nigga, I’m so fly, I flew
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| Hold on, let me turn it up
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| If you ain’t know me, time to meet me one on one, ayy (Bitch)
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| My name is Rob (Ayy)
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| They kinda call me Rob because I rob (Gang)
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| I treat my family like the mob and I ain’t never had a job
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| I swear to God (Ooh)
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| If one of you pussy niggas run up wrong
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| I be the reason why your homie R.I.P. |
| you in a song
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| Fuck nigga
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| How much in my pocket? |
| Like ten (Ayy)
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| I’ma fuck this money up and run it right up again
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| I don’t care, niggas tryna do what I did
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| And all the pocket-watching bitches be like, «Rob, where you been?»
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| Ayy, ayy, Glock 45 make the job easy (Job easy)
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| You don’t want it with the gang, we all greasy, ayy (We all greasy)
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| Fuck a baby gun, nigga, all my chops beef (All my chops beef)
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| I’ma take some, nigga, all my opps peacin' (Ayy)
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| Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, ayy
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| I can get a nigga whacked for cash money (Ayy)
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| Nigga, you must be a crash dummy, ayy
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| And all a nigga know is cash money, ayy
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| Pull up on a nigga, make a nigga hit his two-step
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| Hood-hoppin' nigga, every week you with a new set
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| If we ain’t gettin' money, then it’s fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
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| They say, «Lil' Robby goin' nuts,» bitch, suck 'em (Ayy)
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| Niggas say it’s up, so we gang slide and bust 'em
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| I ain’t switchin' up, bitch, it’s Bayline or nothin' (Ooh)
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| These fuck niggas can’t see me
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| Don’t watch me, lil' baby, watch TV
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| Fuck 12, nigga,
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| free 03
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| (What?)
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| On the run right now, I gotta be lowkey (Skrrt)
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| Stole my killer out, he probably on speed (He probably on speed)
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| Hit the floor, it probably make your nose bleed (Make your nose bleed)
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| I’ll chop a nigga up like Gross Beat, ayy
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| I’ll chop a nigga up, gross beat (Leggo)
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| Ayy, ayy, Glock 45 make the job easy (Job easy)
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| You don’t want it with the gang, we all greasy, ayy
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| Fuck a baby gun, nigga, all my chops beef (All my chops beef)
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| I’ma take some, nigga, all my opps peacin' (Ayy)
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| Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, ayy (Swerve)
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| I can get a nigga whacked for cash money (Ayy)
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| Nigga, you must be a crash dummy, ayy
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| And all a nigga know is cash money, ayy
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| Ayy, ayy
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| Ayy, Rob (What?)
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| I think the feds is listenin'
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| (Ayy)
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| Gang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crash Dummy , by - SHORELINE MAFIA. Song from the album Mafia Bidness, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп