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rob liberachi - rob liberachi lyrics

[verse]
treat the opps like breakfast get you ate in the morning
stay in sport in case a n+gga see the jakes then i’m flooring
jay get to pouring hit up zay in the warren
sipping drank n+ggas snoring smoking 8ths and recording
she can’t pr+nounce my name hoe it’s rob liberachi
when i got medusa on call me rob liversace
seen n+ggas bang colors now them guys is tekashi
got you sitting holding bars like you drive kawasaki
glock beside me i be with k!llers nst don’t pretend
they swear they stay schemin until we up the hеat and
knock him off we know these n+ggas cotton soft
thе choppa cough you get the cops involve my n+ggas bouta have you leaking
rappers poor and cappin n+ggas quick to tell a lie
when it’s beef i work the stove put that metal to ya eye
then i let that fire work i ain’t cheffing up july
i got 7 4 n+ggas that ah let a nickel fly
my brody moving weight and flexing what these n+ggas hurt bout
they think he trap at planet fitness cause he get his work out
n+ggas die and get some followers i call that dirt clout
they aimed at yo top you should’ve ducked take that durk route
praising jesus raising ninas boy it’s just a sunday
i’m just tryna see my opps off that’s a prom date
driving down a street i love but i always find hate
tryna bring joy to this road feel like rondae
i’m on collins ave i’m with hp shawn, jay
gucci to the concrete looking like i’m buying weight
but i took the con way n+ggas know that grind pay
brody suge knight he push the chronic like he signed dre
scam ion know about the girl like a blind date
it hit jays like the girl related to beyoncé
drinking so much henny finna make a n+gga mind break
plus i got high between os like lebron state
this good music indie can’t no label dotted line me
that good music check getting cloned imma con ye
rakks the fiends favorite person when they try to find yay
he gone put that powder on them fiends now they laundry
brody tryna move a bowl of white but it ain’t cereal
feds caught him with that dog and girl it ain’t muriel
spray the can at a n+gga this drac from ontario
swing the chop it’s kicking in yo face rey mysterio
15 thousand on his head i made that n+gga relocate
how you rich and running off just say that you don’t see no pape
how my n+gga cliff gone spin the block ain’t no is he okay
all my n+ggas stepping try to play me then it’s doa
i done pulled like over 80 thousand out of boa
she want a relationship i told her it can’t be yo way
bring work to the table cause i’m grinding i know she won’t stay
at tables i chip in a bag not no frito+lay
barry sanders with my grind they know what my run do
don’t need no offensive line how i’m ducking one two
yeah you older than me n+gga but you still my son too
i’m disowning you cause all them raps you spit ain’t none true
i’m disowning you they think i’m you when i swipe visa
they hate when i’m stepping i be dressing more than lisa
ain’t know question n+ggas pressing my dawgs from the east cut
nsts dubs ds till i freeze up

- rob liberachi lyrics

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