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rob love - mo money mo problems lyrics

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[hook]
mo money mo problems n-ggas be waiting to rob ya (waiting to rob ya)
n-ggas be loyal till the -ss are starvin (til they starvin)
once you get on then that’s when they get to offin (bang)
f-cked up be the same muf-ckas that carry yo coffin x 2 (f-cked up)

[verse 1:rob love]
mo money mo money these n-ggas be acting funny. (they clowns)
on dummy on dummy my team got the tool they dumping. (one round)
gotta call from d told me bout this n-gga named tony (who?)
talking all that hate sh-t, won’t say sh-t and that’s on me. (merch!!)
we move through the town
circle around these circus -ss clowns. (bozos)
seen tone on his phone by himself hanging out in front of a lounge. (no no!)
lackin broski packin and he wanna score. (bang)
i told him keep his cool and i said no more. (dang)
switching the lanes, chasing the bag doing my thing. (skurt skurt)
needing the change, don’t get your -ss changed cause n-ggas then changed. (uh uhhh)
pulled up at the spot the shop is locked it ain’t making no since. (what’s up?)
called b bro i’m outside let the squad in
walked in guns out he wanna catch a case (drill)
bro what you on? that n-gga tone tried to take the safe. (huh?)
weapon of safe… i gotta get him hit. (gotta get him)
he was my mans, but he on some counterfeit sh-t

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[verse 2:rob love]
i’m at the crib lights is on f-ck is up?
man it’s a problem some n-ggas tryna come sn-tch me up
i go around and see these clowns running through my place
get on the phone called b and told bro aye!
[phone conversation: rob & b-real)
[rob:] these n-ggas at my spot…on some wild sh-t
aye yo friend here! [b-real]: tone? [rob:] yea! [breal:] he getting did
ain’t playing with these n-ggas..i’m on my way kid
b pulled up in a whip with his lil b-tch
we go around back
his shorty got the strap she at the front door
asking tone where rob was at?
these n-ggas off guard b came through and shot tone dead in the heart
and told him no love
his confidants on the floor as the face us
b pistol whipped this clown n-gga face up
told him if you on that snake sh-t face us
now paybacks a b-tch…n-gga pay up

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