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natalac - wobble lot (sellin) lyrics

intro-natalac
whats up. i wanna talk about a real serious situation right now. goin on in the hood. more tretous than your your girlfriend getting pregnant by your man. more horrendous than a jack man stealing your car with a full tank of gas. i wanna talk about the bullsh-t weed man. after working all week. saving your money working hard. to buy that bag. and go back to the house and realize you ain’t got a d-mn thing. it’s called wobble lot. wobble lot! after you been struggling all week. pull up on that jay, and you didn’t get a buzz at all. you threw away your money, all because somebody else wanted to get paid off of selling bullsh-t. i wrote this song for you. and we gone talk about that bullsh-t -ss weedman

verse-natalac
they talk about you all through the hood. bap -ss weed, ain’t no good. p-ssing people off, they spent they last ten. and they don’t wanna see you no more again. you sell them sticks and stems. yeah that’s what you give them. they buy your dro all they say is man d-mn! they mad face. their expression. they spent they money on jokes. n0body’s laughing. they could have bought some gas. they could have bought some -ss. but f-cking with you, they bought some yard trash. they got a headache too. wish they didn’t f-ck with you. they looking for ya, i wouldn’t be you

chorus-
you selling wobble lot, and you oughta stop. you selling wobble lot, p-ssing people off. you selling wobble lot. p-ssing people off. p-ssing people off. selling wobble lot.you selling wobble lot, and you oughta stop. you selling wobble lot, p-ssing people off. you selling wobble lot. p-ssing people off. p-ssing people off. selling wobble lot

verse-natalac
the police ride by, but they don’t stop ya. even though i wish somebody stop ya. the police catch ya with that pullsh-t. pull it out your pocket and say what is this? i know d-mn well you ain’t selling this? i couldn’t even charge you with this bullsh-t. and even though he wanna, bust you for marijuana, for selling imitation weed ima call your mama. she answer the phone. she say she ain’t home. you sold her bullsh-t, and she want you gone. you sold her that sh-t, so she leave you alone. don’t bring your sad tail, and hung up the phone

verse-natalac
jackman broke in your house. stole your money, tv, and your couch. stole everything in the d-mn house. but left your weed cause that bullsh-t he heard about. you holla at a stripper. but naw, you don’t tip her. you say you got some weed, and now she mad with ya. because you gave her weed to get her in the mood. she took one pull, looked at you and just said f-ck you. she talk about you. she tried to lose you. cause you’s a d-mn fool, and you so stupid too

outro-natalac
now there’s only one thing i can say, you done bought that wobble lot. just one thing, one thing. i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but no refunds. church

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