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rob vicious – ain’t me lyrics

[intro]
sledgren
yeah, hah, b-tch i’m rob vicious
yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
uh, they can’t stop me so n-gga they just hate me
and when i die i pray to god that jesus take me
real n-gga, you could never be the fake me
broke n-gga you just hate me ’cause you ain’t me
picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting
she my favorite junky so i call her a-team
rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting
let’s get money, i ain’t here for all this hating

[verse 1]
i came up in this b-tch and i had motives
serve every junky on this block, now i got boulders
young and rich but i got demons on my shoulders
block is hot, i swear to god my heart is colder
who the f-ck these p-ssy n-ggas? we don’t know you
ain’t no choppers in this b-tch then let me show you
baking soda with the coca, not no cola
got the smokers on the corner going loco
ayy, b-tch i’m rob vicious
you ain’t savage n-gga, heard you rob b-tches
i’ma f-ck this n-gga b-tch in five minutes
and if i’m rapping ’bout it, n-gga i did it

[verse 2]
f-ck all that hating sh-t, let’s go and get some m’s
too many haters out here to be making friends
get you some paper, baby go and get some bands
fifty k and i’ma do my money dance
comin’ in, i got checks comin’ in
get it in, i’ma tell you how it is
ain’t no flex, we got next, we gon’ win
off the money, drugs, and s-x, how we live
they looking at all this fashion, drippin’ like i been had it
whipping my wrist like magic, balling like i’m a maverick
you know that i’m vicious and savage, and i might never stop trappin’
most of you n-ggas just cappin’, not with the sh-t that you rappin’

- rob vicious lyrics

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