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rob liberachi - death of kate lyrics

n-ggas lying like they busting down cookie how that cookie crumble
got them stripes boy im stacking bees got more than a bumble
running through these bands how i drop them n-gga that’s a fumble
in this booth i shoot at 29 n-ggas royal rumble
finna get to trippin on them think i took a stumble
all them n-ggas falling off man they took a tumble
talking like you got it n-gga better keep it humble
im a wizard open doors you can call me dumble
im a wizard with this money n-gga cause i make it double
i stuff rockies in my buffies call me barney rubble
and this thotty freaky man she wanna blow me like a bubble
give your mans a whooping got up in your wifey like she trouble
n-ggas still be tryna cuddle boy my fit wet like a puddle
couple bands is something subtle break the game just like a huddle
spit them facts with no reb-ttal money on my face like stubble
got them chips just like a ruffle n-ggas steady tryna scuffle
had to get that money out the dirt i think that im a shovel
n-ggas barking like they slanging dog n-gga where your muzzle
swiping up them pieces i had brody punch me up a puzzle
get up on a beat and then i tear it like it’s d rose muscle
bag your thotty with no duffle smooth as b-tter with no truffle
slanging nicks boy thats a struggle bag look like a ipod shuffle
speaking clear you sounding m-ffled pocket rocket like a shuttle
n-gga all i know is hustle got more bills than billy russel
money on his head and i bet he end up on that gurney
straps ah go boom boom boom boom boom make you do the bernie
man im on this road to success and i drive a journey
boy intimidated man he p-ssy and we call him fergie
talking presis boy you off a 8 like your second term
get up early use your mans as bait cause that boy a worm
band bands on your head it seal your fate and its like a perm
flyer than a sea hawk no debate like im richard sherm
oh yeah n-ggas say they shooting like a paparazzi
boy you must be off of something did you pop a roxy
always got your hand out boy is you a n-z-
oh yeah stylin’ on them need a thot like brown foxy
bartender bandman cause im makin all these shots
superstar scamman take your thotty in these crocs
cook you with that iron man sprinkle pepper on them potts
off that lean boy yall off some lines yall some parking lots
got them dinner rolls, b-tter rolls, onion rolls
boy you flashing pizza rolls and your pockets filled with holes
off a 6 just like your woes n-ggas better pay they tolls
upping chicken when i pose if you run up upping poles
money no i don’t impose n-gga i’m just stacking pros
run the game like darrin sproles strech my arms and reach my goals
got her open off my clothes n-gga tell her keep them closed
anakin im super chose wait till i start doing shows
shoot you with no hesitation n-gga this that defacation
swiping plastic lamination heat the booth like it’s cremation
get up out my conversation police just want information
thotties just want validation faker than a animation

- rob liberachi lyrics

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