| Talkin' down your own bro, sound like a dork to me
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| Want beef but you snitchin', sound like pork to me
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| Nigga thought that I was lackin', keep a torch with me
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| And I be rockin' with them shooters, they escort for me
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| Police say it’s muddy, thirty shells in that whip
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| Wet bab, I could probably sell in that shit
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| Keep on fuckin' with the devil, it be hell in this bitch
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| Keep on actin' like he tough and catch a shell in this bitch
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| Talkin' rich when you broke, that’s a bad mouth
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| Follow the next nigga’s moves, that’s a bad route
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| And every window rolled up, it’s attack out
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| And I’ll face every fear before I back down
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| Pussy soundin' like the gang, that’s a copycat
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| We four deep up in the rentals with all kind of straps
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| And if K-Rod take your bitch then come and buy her back
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| I got them demons in my body, don’t know how to act
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| I don’t fuck with niggas and I never did
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| And if I hit it from the back I probably touch her rib
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| Side nigga to his bitch, I got better dick
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| And for them niggas wanna diss, I got a longer clip, bitch
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| Rob Vicious, fuckin' niggas' bitches
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| 'Posed to hit her once and now she back 'cause she addicted
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| Niggas talkin' down then we gon' pull up with extensions
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| It’s Vicious, I gotta get money and break bitches
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| Robby Vicious got that TEC, he gon' chip somethin'
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| Bullets flyin' out that TEC, watch it rip somethin'
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| Say you sippin' on that Tech, you don’t sip nothin'
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| Say you smoke with no rec, come and get some
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| Robby Vicious got that chop, leave you holey
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| Tell the cops you don’t know me
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| Hundred round bust you down like a Rollie
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| Hit the ground, you talk down on my homies
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| I’m a dope dealer baby, let me change your life up
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| Goin' thirty off a perc-30 with the pipe tucked
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| Fendi hold the forty, we might take your life bruh
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| Shawty want the winning team, no niggas like us
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| All my niggas want the smoke, no niggas fight us
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| I ain’t worried 'bout that bitch, I had to boss my life up
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| Run game on a bitch, game on a bitch
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| Pop a pill then came on a bitch, gang on that bitch
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| Uh, Slimmy motherfuckin' B
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| Red bottom for the cleats, twenty-two up in this gleek
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| Bitch I’m really in these streets, Crest nigga, three C’s
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| Thinkin' I was fuckin' for the free, bitch please, uh
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| Been slidin' all night, no sleep
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| Cuffin' on that thot bitch, let the ho be
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| Paid a band plus for this Louis long sleeve
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| All that dissin', six feet is where you niggas gon' be, uh
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| And when I hit your bitch it’s from the backend
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| Eight-fifty for the belt, that’s why I’m saggin', uh
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| Like Nike I just do it, no practice
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| Niggas want smoke, shit, fuck it, let 'em have it, uh
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| This stick up on my hip but this ain’t Madden
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| In the Aston, gettin' head from a ratchet
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| Glock plastic, make your mama pick a casket, uh
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| And if you ain’t talkin' bands, ain’t no collabing, bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Em Have It , by - SOB X RBE. Song from the album GANGIN II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп