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bobby sessions – gold rolex lyrics

[intro: bobby sessions]
bobby sessions, yeah, hol’ up
yeah
ayy

[verse 1: bobby sessions]
real recognize real, n+gga, you aren’t identified
diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized
talkin’ sh+t, that’s ill+advised, probably why my hater’s sick
saw the cake inside my bank increase because i made a wish
saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid
cracker give me funny look ’cause i’m stayin’ at the ritz
walkin’ like a pimp with a cane and a limp
mesmerize your b+tch, she watch my d+ck swing to the left
popped my trunk and then i dipped, uh, donald trump a b+tch
texas n+gga, pleasant grove, you better know that i’m legit
took the shackles off my soul, i never sold it for a cent
now the wrist is full of gold, i hit the goal and now i’m rich, uh
made some new ones
kept this sh+t one hunnid, now it’s paid up with the blue ones
i expose the system, take a look at how they do us
they wanna hate me, tell the world that i’m a nuisance
p+ssy n+gga, do some, legend

[chorus: z+ro]
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
[verse 2: benny the butcher]
yo, started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor
a n+gga still tryna catch up twenty bricks later, uh (hahaha)
i just want my worth, is that too much?
load my pistol ‘fore i leave and my b+tch wish me good luck
i stood up on each ave (uh+huh), collectin’ this free cash
at least i thought it was, free ab and free cass (free the real ones)
i hit once and she ask me to buy her a g+wag’ (what?)
and now she mad ’cause that p+ssy not worth a e+class
spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, n+gga
i’m out in st. croix with in f+ckin’ on playboy b+tches (haha)
they wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (why?)
’cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on n+ggas (huh)
they wanna take me back, i can’t let ’em, though
2021, i’m goin’ up or goin’ federal
i set the bar, n+gga (i set the bar, n+gga)
this palm angels jacket an extra large, mob sh+t
before i start the engine, i check the car, sopranos

[chorus: z+ro & freddie gibbs]
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes (yeah)
put on your seatbelt so the laws won’t hate (yeah)
we takin’ a trip to the bottoms where mr. hector bakes cakes (yeah, b+tch, yeah)
[verse 3: freddie gibbs]
at night, i can’t sleep (nah), i toss and turn (for sure)
so i just jump in the ‘vert, dr. dre, chronic gettin’ burned (skrrt)
i just put my side b+tch on some forgis, don’t scr+pe the curb (b+tch)
spot a opp’, get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (f+ck n+gga, yeah)
mr. kane, pistol stay dirty but i got clean work (yeah)
once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work (lil’ p+ssy ass n+gga)
smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the beamer
load the heron, leon, dion, i switch the league up (sh+t)
kane, hoe, you can’t ‘tain me with a kiss or a gold ring
send her back to her husband, she just f+ckin’ to maintain
i cannot be monogamous, these b+tches be playin’ games
b+tch, i rap for a hobby, i sell drugs to maintain, yeah (maintain it, b+tch)
and it’s been that way (yeah)
put your money up and get your package sent that way (yeah)
turn 12 for a deal, white went that way (f+ck that n+gga)
left stain in the street when he got hit that day, b+tch (brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)

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