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don wizzle – yeah i rob (feat. sub-z) lyrics

[intro]
come on
yeah, yeah, (ah)
yeah, yeah, yeah
of glass in this motherf+cker
of glass in this mo’f+cker
(yuh)
(yo)
(yo)

[verse 1}
i’m up early in the mornin’
i got [?] on my old diamond [?]
shackin’ up i ain’t got no time (ain’t got no time)
do it like a player
i hit then leave (leave)
breathe (breathe)
leave (leave)
i’m a mo’f+ckin g
don’t believe check the stats
playin [?] in the back of the yard
go hard or go home homie
you ain’t in my zone homie
you ain’t all that gangster
you just own too much [?]
aw sh+t
[verse 2]
i been doing this hеre for a minute now
keep it up wit’ that comedy wе gon’ play it like some f+ckin’ clowns
get down an’ get ran home
[?] they got ran home
you just doin’ too much [?]
while i bang home
only square i stand on
firm i stand so real you could feel i’m the deal in this b+tch
and the feel all the [?]
ceiling in this b+tch
ain’t gonna stop ’til i’m rich

{chorus]
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh+t sh+t real my n+++++
keep talking that sh+t sh+t real my n+++++)
i said
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh+t, sh+t real my n+++++
keep talking that sh+t sh+t real my n+++++)

[verse 3]
yuh i’ma write about my cheese
write about my dough
[?] pixie boy thirty three
[?] keep the club rockin’
[?] them n+++++s who came baby they don’t [?]
tryin to see who pull out the [?]
so they can follow him home
and put that thing to his dome
and make him give it up
from his money to his stones
don’t get it twisted folk
i ain’t that typa n+++++
but if you f+ck me then me
all my n+++++ gon’ drill ya
sh+t might even k!ll ya
ain’t [?] myself a k!lla
but when i’m on that gym
believe me i act like a gorilla
(yuh)
[verse 4]
represent your hood
mo’f+cker throw up [?]
first n+++++ comin out [?]
he gettin’ red
i’m a d+mn threat
to society
better get your girl
’cause she eyein’ me
at the club she followin’ me
now she at my crib got her
bendin over my counter g
she don’t know how to act
she never been around a g

[chorus]
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh+t sh+t real my n+++++
keep talking that sh+t sh+t real my n+++++)
i said
yeah i rob (rob)
yeah i steal (steal)
yeah i’ll put your body in a field (keep talking that sh+t sh+t real my n+++++
keep talking that sh+t sh+t real my n+++++)

- don wizzle lyrics

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