Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sensei, artist - SOB X RBE. Album song Strictly Only Brothers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SOB X RBE
Song language: English
Sensei |
I’m the master, I’m the boss, I’m the sensei |
And you was kissin' on that bitch, how my dick taste? |
I threw some fifties on the buffs, now I’m in shape |
And I done got my muscle up, boy I don’t lift weights |
You lil' niggas just some monkeys, bitch, we been apes |
Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the thizz face |
And nigga, y’all can keep the streets, I love to get paid |
And I don’t fuck with Android, I need the Ben Franks |
Nigga, you will end up missed, off a mistake |
And we the only reason broke niggas skip states |
Choppa turn a big homie to a big shame |
If she told you that she loyal, then that bitch fake |
5'10″, but stand tall like I’m 6'8″ |
Turn her to a super freak, like I’m Rick James |
And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains |
Big body hoggin' all the freeway, I’m in six lanes (Bitch) |
Mind on a million, yeah, I gotta stay focused |
Hand on the trigger, see a sucker, I’ma blow it |
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can’t fold 'em |
Hard body, all that sucker shit, I don’t condone it |
Moncler on, winter time, when it’s snowin' |
We ain’t cuffin' hoes, get the neck and let my bro hit |
Got her pussy wet off these words, I’m a poet |
But if she got hair on that pussy, I don’t want it |
Young crest nigga, out the mud, I was chosen |
Up strap and shoot him with this cannon, like he posin' |
Only thing I hit is bad bitches, my dick golden |
Used to be my nigga, turned into a king cobra |
Gas, break, dipped in that big body yolkin' |
Bitch so thick, from the front, ass pokin' |
Hit it from the back, leave her fuckin' back broken |
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can’t fold 'em |
Nigga |
And you can get your ass shot tryna act hard |
I just took the dub in the backyard |
Never leave the stick, nigga, that part |
And I know that you a bitch nigga at heart |
Had the boys on my ass, had to tuck the pole |
Sent brody on that skit, told 'em up a soul |
Don’t put your love in that bitch, they come and go |
Sent some shots at that nigga, he tucked and rolled |
High as fuck behind the wheel with no control |
Put that Corvette in track, I’m switchin' modes |
Couldn’t keep balance, I spilt the 'Tron |
And I don’t smoke woods, just joints and cones |
Nigga, free Noonie Mitch, I miss my thug |
On one-nine with shit, got keep a drum |
All my niggas uppin' sticks, we don’t go ones |
SOB, RBE, it’s the gang or none |