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rob liberachi - i lyrics

[verse]
thotty curvy like she cursive feeling on my print
man this thot disturbing got a he-rs- if baby got rat scent
n-ggas they ain’t working on my nerve and wonder where they went
searching now they hurting brody zipped they bodies like a tent
thotties thinking that we cuffing cause they on our tips
baby know i only want the face like your grandma lips
hundreds fifties police lights they think i’m flashing bloods and crips
looking like like i carry cars steady stacking them pink slips
i walk away she grab me back feel like a m-ssage
and my drive way too hard had her open her garage
steady picking square n-ggas boy she got a whole collage
this go beyond say once i elevate she go solange
cause when i go up she gone hit me up she want some play
like a soundcloud rapper songs he gone drop today
money it ain’t everything but this is what i’m tryna say
money healthy i enjoy my fruits but this ain’t apple pay
fifty shades of wolf greys on the pavement
judge will give your mans a sentence cause his n-gga made a statement
telling how yall make that bank this ain’t no picture but he framing
and i bet he console your n-gga family like it’s gaming
boy that’s a no no bullets turn this n-gga white tee rojo
but you know though got a oven if you ain’t got no dough
i spit like loso fabuloso staying on the low so
solo dolo no more joe joe dodo bro bro low low toto
n-ggas tryna start with me but this a new beginning
barely talk to mama i won’t talk to you lieutenant
if you down i need a payment this my boo new tenant
whoa write with used syringes at your local looney clinic
bluray eat a n-gga circle like a movie in it
lucy scented beef ain’t politicking with a goofy senate
d-gg-ng n-ggas with the bars like it’s snoop and scooby written
snooping groupy gimme fluzzy screw me with that cootie kitten
crazy rhymes man my words is so electric
sicker than a epileptic but i’m my own paramedic
where i’m headed pigs say in that system but it ain’t no metric
heart is racing feel like roscoe dashing against cedric
and my brother weighing weight just like he weigh his options
blasting n-ggas run away he put that 40 to my opp shins
mix the scams and d with her coochie we finna make concoctions
she took my kids just like she cps and made adoptions
n-gga i beat her insides up and hit the ceiling
he banana up banana that banana peeling
all this pain done made me numb yeah i know the feeling
like a doc for money female hearts the only thing i’m stealing
but i won’t heal them take the pain away with drugs and alcohol
eyes is cameras now keep them focused with that adderall
i won’t slang no raw but they know a n-gga wanna ball
money on the floor she on all fours like a baby crawl
make decisions in that coochie i’m coming to conclusions
paint the sickest pictures with my words call these bars illusions
feel like pat you and me balling when we cruising
yall ain’t combine yall money like y’all can’t afford fusions
me and bro we came together like a value pack
breath of fresh air still can give yo girl a asthma attack
with my slime we going ghost n-gga where yo plasma at
brody had to dump the clip like he was trashing
that
on that boy and girl man that fiend pedophile
40 clean him like some soap his peoples who he better dial
up we ain’t connecting with these n-ggas till that cheddar pile
up the soaker sonning n-ggas man i might just wet her child
up just like a geyser how his girly got me shooting up
like i’m taking heroin dog food this ain’t good enough
want them bandman bars the way i’m growing got them rooting tough
i’m so bad they calling on my mama like a student cut
even when them ends tight still gotta make them meet
all this chicken on the floor but we still bouta beef
one day imma need that plaque like that stuff that’s on yo t–th
if i fall imma spark you up just like mary leaf
talking ps n-gga boy you ain’t got none of these
yeah she want them standing act like she ain’t got no knees
n-ggas know the bandman really got them ps like
peter parker packing pitas p-ssing papers people probably pleased
n-gga (shout out to takeoff shout out to tee grizzley)

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