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rob $tone - what it is? lyrics

[intro: rob $tone]
yeah, haha
yeah, haha
ayy, yeah, haha, yeah
b-tch

[chrous: rob $tone]
ayy, what it is, ho? (yeah)
i ain’t even in the states, i’m in j-pan, ho (i’m in j-pan)
yeah, top down all on my bands, ho (all on my bands, ho)
that don’t mean i don’t want smoke, just ’cause my mans don’t (just ’cause my mans don’t)
yeah, let the choppa get to sprayin’ folks (sprayin’ folks)
f-ck the cops and all my opps, that’s what i’m sayin’, ho (that’s what i’m sayin’, ho)
yeah, what it is ho? (what it is, ho?)
i ain’t even in the l.a., i’m out in france, ho (i’m out in france, ho)

[verse 1: malik burgers]
yeah, hol’ up, b-tch back up (yah), dont want no action (whoa)
i suggest you get to movin’ ‘fore my n-ggas get to mashin’ (blam, blam)
my rollie got the blam, and just in case a n-gga actin’ up (yah)
don’t f-ck with the tension (ayy), rather get it chillin’, addin’ up (chillin’ up)
but n-ggas mad as f-ck (b-tch), i’m like d-mn, mad for what (what you mad for?)
i’m just doin’ me (ayy), you mad your b-tch just keep choosin’ me (sad, huh?)
attackin’ to the full of me (haha), and f-cked her with my jewelry (jewelry)
you busters ain’t no foolin’ me (ayy), tryna get it, i’m who to see
just cause’ you makin’ music too, don’t make you n-ggas cool with me (p-ssy)
i’m coolin’, gettin’ to the cheese (whoa), these groupie b-tches drool for me (give me the p-ssy)
told her, “don’t you fall in love (yeah), ’cause ain’t no us, in you or me” (trust)
there ain’t no love, there ain’t no trust (ayy), this sh-t here ain’t new to me (whoa)
my n-ggas, they ain’t new to beef (yeah), we all be with the foolery (yeah)
i always wanted to be the man (hey), exactly who i grew to be (i’m the man)
this sh-t ain’t new to me (yeah), man this sh-t ain’t new to me (yeah)
i keep it ten toes down (whoa), i f-cked the world until she through with me (okay)

[verse 2: rob $tone]
okay, my b-tch from texas, she love me cause’ i’m reckless (whoa)
she wanna come to california, but i can’t address it (but i can’t address it)
i told her, “go undress” (go undress), so we can get to s-xin’ (haha)
she said, “godd-mn, that’s all you want”, well b-tch, a n-gga stressin’ (b-tch, a n-gga stressin’)
i swear i woke up s-xy (whoa), and i ain’t need no effort (yeah)
my mom said, soon as i came out, i had to hit my baby (haha)
but i got my dentals flooded (yeah), went to get the bentley spur (bentley spur)
she let me lift her skirt, slide, then it hit her purr (yeah)
and ever since the kid, i rip my pants up (pants up)
i done grow into a man, i keep my pants up (pants up)
i was busy gettin’ head in the benz truck (in the benz truck)
every day i bring the bag in, like a packed lunch (like a packed lunch)
and you know i took fifteen shots at uncle ben, yeah (ben, yeah)
ayy, i ain’t learned my lesson (no way)
yeah, i need fifteen shots here for my friends, ayy (for my friends, ayy)
yeah, my vvs diamonds, water with a jetski, i’m flexin’, whoa (yeah)

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