femdot. & chuck hemi - black rob lyrics
[verse 1]
only dilla worth talkin’ about that’s not a [?]
[?], came to my hotel, kinda fancy
i been locked in since a snotty nose
y’all got sinus issues, only kinda cold
she came through, drop top like soft tops
class of hard knocks, i seen a lot of those
stomp a n+gga to the floor, drop if he a lil’ dot
(start tweakin’ in this b+tch) and treat his head like a doorstop
never said i was the toughest but know that (you’re not)
always said i was the greatest, that’s what i’m sure about
even before tour stops
[?] on a fisher+price, it’s a sure shot
you a b+tch i can tell you can’t fist fight (facts)
bro just grabbed him a stick and it’s (mick height)
in case you wanna go that route, uh
black+out sh+t, that’s the kodak route, huh
[chorus]
(woah)
feelin’ like black rob in this b+tch
bruce wayne, i ain’t robbin’ for sh+t
in this b+tch like (woah)
of course i’m the one you should watch
you ain’t see me put time in this sh+t
in this b+tch like (woah)
curtis jackson with a side of the clipse
finna grind ’til i die or get rich
in this b+tch like (woah)
young king, [?] crown in this b+tch, walk around with a crown on his head
in this b+tch like (woah)
[verse 2]
you know, delacreme back again
you know me, elohim, with all the raps again
talkin’ crazy, arms long, you get slapped from here
arm of steel, steal like i’m jackson here
n+ggas don’t wanna rap in here (n+ggas don’t wanna rap in here)
n+gga, don’t get packed up
they said i should be the one to control the cheese
i’m like d+mn, that’s love
grew up with hood rats, but taught not to rat (the pigs here)
story, you better alter that (they say we all up to something)
like we all [?] rappers
if he wasn’t married to it, be all to that
the life we live was proof we was born to rap
can’t make this up, so for [?]
’cause you know that fem’ be wildin’
y’all be rushin’ fits, but fem’ be stylin’
[chorus]
(woah)
feelin’ like black rob in this b+tch
bruce wayne, i ain’t robbin’ for sh+t
in this b+tch like (woah)
of course i’m the one you should watch
you ain’t see me put time in this sh+t
in this b+tch like (woah)
curtis jackson with a side of the clipse
finna grind ’til i die or get rich
in this b+tch like (woah)
young king, [?] crown in this b+tch, walk around with a crown on his head
in this b+tch like (woah)
(woah)
(woah)
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