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lil harold – robbin season lyrics

[intro]
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh

[verse 1]
black air ones is what i got on
i’ll rob a n+gga down with his ice on
i’ll slap a n+gga out, put the tax on
i’ll buss all in her mouth she got a big tongue
they say its robbing season for the real k!llas
the real hittas
the young n+ggas
big pistol, it k!ll n+ggas
i don’t got time for no freak b+tch
but im
uh huh huh
21, 21
h dawg b+tch i like to walk sh+t
trey 5 7 like to talk sh+t
if eddie kane was out here you better hide b+tch
it ain’t no in between sh+t so free the guys b+tch
first gun that i tote, it was a thirty round
first rhyme that i wrote, i made a hundred thou’
big nuke had the coke, until we robbed him down
a lot of ops had jokes until we put em down
p+ssy
see there was this young n+gga right
i f+ckеd with this young n+gga
but my brother was telling me thе whole time
the n+gga had some p+ssy sh+t in his blood
dumb ass n+gga

[verse 2]
the n+gga wanna beef bout a b+tch i don’t do
n+ggas get on songs make diss, i’m gone shoot
this n+gga be pouting like a trick
how you gangsta but got feds in yo mix
i don’t want smoke with no snitch n+gga
you don’t bang 4l you ride d+ck n+gga
you put money on my head then send a blitz n+gga
triple cross his ass out cause i’m rich n+gga

i got tommy guns n+gga
i i that n+gga used to be my son n+gga
while i punch em down make him run n+gga
punch his ass out

old b+tch ass n+gga
old hoe ass n+gga

- lil harold lyrics

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