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rob49 & real boston richey - yes, you did lyrics

[intro: rob49]
gang
don’t even look over here (thanks, yakree)
gang
sh+t (sh+t)

[chorus: rob49]
yeah, i’m so sick of n+ggas
yeah, pull up, s550, spit in my ho mouth when i kiss her
yeah, rich ’round drug dealers, yeah, rich ’round real k!llers
yeah, could’ve been a victim, i ain’t say that, yes, you did (bah)
i’m so deep, my duffy and my bag and my prada
yeah, 4k for this coat, i’m a g.o.a.t., reppin’ that project rap
dripped up to the floor, b+tch, i’m soaked, overflowed
he won’t do whatever i do, this n+gga my son, that’s on folk, n+gga
[verse 1: rob49]
yeah, n+ggas wan’ see my downfall
when you get some money, number one rule, put your mans on
bubble for eight hundred, i got it for low, feel like i scammed son
hundred pounds a day, i got my cake up off of cell phones
still hustlin’ ’til my day come
dog n+gga who known for droppin’ wh0res when i need badder b+tches
starvin’ just like marvin when you n+ggas was eatin’ sunday dinner
love a b+tch who treat me like a god, never touch my business
send drugs to the house, you tell me stay every time i come and get ’em
lord, yeah, paid in full like ace ‘nem, ballin’ like i’m shaq twin
yeah, trappin’, rappin’, same time, packin’ in my backend
yeah, steppin’ on they neck, i just ran up a check
house arrest, six months, but i bounced back
just thank the lord i rap, n+gga

[chorus: rob49]
yeah, i’m so sick of n+ggas
yeah, pull up, s550, spit in my ho mouth when i kiss her
yeah, rich ’round drug dealers, yeah, rich ’round real k!llers
yeah, could’ve been a victim, i ain’t say that, yes, you did (bah)
i’m so deep, my duffy and my bag and my prada
yeah, 4k for this coat, i’m a g.o.a.t., reppin’ that project rap
dripped up to the floor, b+tch, i’m soaked, overflowed
he won’t do whatever i do, this n+gga my son, that’s on folk, n+gga
[verse 2: real boston richey]
make sure my b+tches and my glizzies get makeovers, new bbl
they say you catch a body, you in the chances of goin’ to h+ll
i’m already flamed up, i don’t think i too much care
under investigation, they say i’m poppin’ fraudulent checks at wells
but them crackers trippin’, they know i’m out here trappin’ and sellin’ bales
know my phone jumpin’, you know i ain’t gotta run to every cell
i got my hood jumpin’, you know i ain’t do this sh+t all by myself
is she good at f+ckin’? you know i’m buyin’ bundles of that hair
i’m blowin’ that sh+t, b+tch, i don’t care
i’m not talkin’ ’bout buyin’ some ass, i’m talkin’ ’bout lettin’ off them sh+lls
i’ll f+ck, then turn around, then f+ck the game, no, it ain’t fair
i don’t care nothin’ ’bout no rap sh+t, i’m still out here servin’ squares

[chorus: rob49]
(sh+t) yeah, i’m so sick of n+ggas
yeah, pull up, s550, spit in my ho mouth when i kiss her
yeah, rich ’round drug dealers, yeah, rich ’round real k!llers
yeah, could’ve been a victim, i ain’t say that, yes, you did (bah)
i’m so deep, my duffy and my bag and my prada
yeah, 4k for this coat, i’m a g.o.a.t., reppin’ that project rap
dripped up to the floor, b+tch, i’m soaked, overflowed
he won’t do whatever i do, this n+gga my son, that’s on folk, n+gga

- rob49 real boston richey lyrics

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