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nj robby - ka moku lyrics

[intro: nj robby]
(nj)
(nj robby)

[chrous: nj robby]
no clout, not famous
but that sh-ts about to change
i’ll tap your b-tch
and there won’t be any smoke in my lane
k!lling this sh-t with supreme on my back (yeah)
my whip gonna sw-ng
come into the crib (what?)
looking for a b-tch, get your mans out the way

[verse 1: nj robby]
drank in my mouth, with a burberry belt
yeah side hoe in the kitchen
20 shoots 4 bangers in a night
and my lightweight -ss ain’t tripping
rolling out with my hoes in a field
chilling by my side we drifting
ice so wet, like a waterslide (yeah)
you see it and you tripping
hanging in the trap, momma’s coming home
that sh-ts not there
gave my b-tch my chanel, so she’d have some sh-t to where
you walk in, she don’t stop
cause i know she ain’t a hater
sh-t is real, get used to it
cause this boy is a player

[pre-chorus 1: nj robby]
playboy, my racks
new royce, no cap
cross me, no boy
your b-tch, my lap
stoney on repeat in my crib (what yeah)
don’t sleep on me, don’t need no naps

(nj)
(ka moku)

[verse 2: nj robby]

someone pipe up, you’re about to take a dip
naw this ain’t a fishing boat it’s a f-cking ship
’bout to [?], ’bout to be a f-cking trip
bikinis coming off, just take another ship
no summer love, i’ll just take her for the night
foreign hoe, can’t complain cause she want me
take her in my room, i just might
next day i find out she might be an auntie
eight town round (yeah)
party hitting loud
get a b-tch and boy get dancing
coochie on my pants, need a drink in my hand
gonna f-ck up this whole mansion
my life a rave, her like a party
she on my wave, sipping bacardi
you do c-ke, and i’m like [?]
you wanna smoke? i’m like bob marley

[pre-chrous 2: nj robby]
hype sh-t, your man just got hit
your girl’s t-ts were [?]
check my drip, oh wait she did
nj rob, a hunts yeah we the f-cking kids
hype sh-t, your man just got hit
your girl’s t-ts were [?]
check my drip, oh wait she did
nj rob, a hunts yeah we the f-cking kids

[chrous: nj robby and a hunts]
no clout, not famous
but that sh-ts about to change
i’ll tap your b-tch
and there won’t be any smoke in my lane
k!lling this sh-t with supreme on my back (yeah)
my whip gonna sw-ng (gonna sw-ng)
come into the crib (what?)
looking for a b-tch, get your mans out the way

[outro: nj robby and wally k arnold]
(nj robby)
(ka moku)
(coop!)

- nj robby lyrics

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