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rob49 - rr truck lyrics

[intro]
known to let that mac fly just like my n+gga doe, baow
yeah, (ayy, who they talkin’ bout)
let’s not act like we ain’t them ones
vulture mode (hahaha)
hahaha, yeah

[chorus]
she gon’ f+ck for a rolls royce truck, huh
yeah, before my deal i had some money, huh
yeah, know my vultures got my back
spin once we spinnin’ again, huh
knew i was f+ckin her friend when i came through in an lg benz

[verse 1]
i’m in the hood everyday like i ain’t the ticket or sum
yeah, i know i’m d+mn near rich, i still f+ck hoes with nothin’
she don’t speak to bums, shе upper echelon
yеah, this rolex cost a house, watch how i bust it down, yeah
we came out the mud, hollon let’s pour it up
amiri jeans on us, he keep a knot, they know what’s up
ain’t with that sneaky sh+t, you send a diss, we throw a slug
know they throw shade, i’m almost there, they can’t get rich with us
yeah, v’s v’s, i put her on her knees knees
please leave, this broke hoe just can’t please me
this young boy gon’ step, pull up doe boy fresh
all he want in life, is money, drugs and s+x n+gga
hahaha
all he want in life, is money, drugs and s+x n+gga
hollon, huh, all he want in life, is money, drugs and s+x n+gga
[chorus]
she gon’ f+ck for a rolls royce truck, huh
yeah, before my deal i had some money, huh
yeah, know my vultures got my back
spin once we spinnin’ again, huh
knew i was f+ckin her friend when i came through in an lg benz

[verse 2]
still feel like them hood ways stuck inside of me
if i was tied up to a tree, i still touch 10 a week
i spent a ticket on these sneaks, i d+mn near bought her feet
my v on go all when i’m sleep, this n+gga sl!ck as grease
yeah, i’m on they ass, bust the coupe too fast for ’em
turned up my swag on ’em, left my old wh0re
i’m tryna chill sum, but n+ggas want war
ain’t wanna drop music, n+ggas want more, huh
f+ck that, lemme start it up, i’m not the one
if you gon’ die behind that vulture sh+t, then throw it up
been countin’ money for 6 years, ain’t no more paper cuts
the same one turnt up his whole hood and made the trap the budget, n+gga
the same one turnt up his whole hood and made the trap the budget, n+gga
(vulture mode n+gga, okay)
(yeah, f+ck how you feelin’, b+tch)

- rob49 lyrics

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