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robbioso - drunk thoughts lyrics

[intro]
“ahah, robbioso whats happening with my younger brother. you know that sh-t be up, the team don’t stop my n-gga i heard you out there pushing blocks like your supposed to and i’m proud of you my n-gga & i love you to death. aye check this out, you know n-ggas ain’t f-cking with us and they can’t f-ck with us. [?] we got the trophy already in our hands, ya heard me. continue elevating yourself like your supposed to my brother and i’m proud of you, ya heard me. [?] this sh-t gon’ take us all the way to the top, we gon’ feed our family with this sh-t. robbioso get these bnds”

[verse]
i bounced out and left the keys, slide the rental
think i need to quit sippin’ this sh-t f-cking with my mental
with tinted drums on me like i work for kfc
b-tch i ain’t got time, i’ll shoot a n-gga tryna play with me
come to b-tches, i got choices like the letters a & b
except it ain’t a & b, i call a hoe, they bringing 3
it’s time to run it up i really want a mini me
can’t wait to have a son then touch a mill then go to italy
i blow a ticket in the gucci store, and i don’t need a raffle
paid 900 for my sneakers, you pay gucci they’ll tax you
lately i been in my bag like a satchel, you broke b-tch your pockets stuck on still like a statue
these hoes can’t help but see me shine like a bald head
whip out and leave a n-gga shaking like he got dreads
don’t ask the price if you ain’t copping, who are you the feds?
you ain’t sh-t but a thug, that’s what my teacher said
i was spoiled by my b-tch, then she cut me off
i’m like a demon in the field, [?]
straight green, go hit my cousin if you need that soft
i turned myself into a boss, i feel like rick ross
if the feds know your name you ain’t a street n-gga
i’m on the road counting chicken, i can’t beef with you
you ain’t gotta hit the lean then go to sleep n-gga
lil [?] just copped a draky with a heat sensor
weed censor, all that nerd sh-t so who gave you a p-ss?
chevron, get in the whip and all you smell is gas
b-tch i think i’m ricky bobby cuz i’m living fast
wanna fight who? you btter shoot me, i’ll beat yo’ -ss
gotta hit neiman’s twice a week just to spend dough
do i want this moncler, or this kenzo
do i want that bentley truck or that benzo
have money waving for this rap, where the streets know
what the streets know, i been pulling up on n-ggas like i’m depot
if you ain’t talking money, what you calling me for?
feel like i’m crazy, only friends i got dead people
bleu cheese in my pocket like a salad bar
i’m the one your son look up to like a shooting star
i don’t rock with aliens, never stepped foot on mars
i’m bouncing out, f-ck a drive by where n-ggas hop out cars
and run it down on a n-gga like we in a pickle
back to back, pulling skits, bouncing in and out rentals
i can’t just be giving out d-ck, these hoes get sentimental
and i ain’t even tryna f-ck if it ain’t beneficial

[outro]
b-tch, if it ain’t beneficial
i ain’t even tryna f-ck if it ain’t beneficial
i can’t just be giving out d-ck, these hoes get sentimental
[?]
i can’t be giving out this d-ck, these goes get sentimental
and i ain’t even tryna f-ck if it ain’t beneficial
if it ain’t beneficial x3

- robbioso lyrics

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