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robbioso - goin bonkers lyrics

[intro]
ay these n+ggas say they on my head, but they really not
i don’t pay for sh+t, swipe swipe like de’aaron fox
crazy n+ggas in my own circle want me in a box
n+gga you my brother, b+tch you got what i got

[verse 1]
i’m tired of n+ggas out here and all these changing the genders
not wesley snipes whip out this bass like snickers, like a blender
and i’m a cool ass n+gga but i still got me a temper
glock 32 hit him far away b+tch i got gym range
feel stupid as f+ck just spent 600 on some slippers
just to pull up on yo b+tch at night and stick her
you ain’t been acting like yourself, bro get a snickers
yea i’m a dog but i’m still not finna l!ck her
ain’t talking money b+tch don’t call my phone, don’t even bother
in la covered in them blues i feel like i’m a dodger
ay look at life just like kickball, she wanna choose my stopper
tell me how the f+ck you put yo trust inside a bopper
ay ding dong ditch we in yo sh+t like yg, meet the flockers
did it on my own, deandre hop i never had a sponsor
everyday i’m with them rough riders but ain’t been to yonkers
when they free d1 and [?] we goin’ bonkers
[verse 2]
i might just mix the dior with supreme
rest in peace kobe, i sip purple don’t sip green
and i’m not a chiropractor but make her feel it in her spleen
and it’s hard to fit these .50 bullets out these skinny jeans
ay this sound like that church music
nah n+gga this that he+rs+ music
nah better yet that sn+tch it out her purse music
this n+gga gun like a condom, he ain’t gon’ use it
boy these n+ggas like my sons, is you n+ggas kidding me
and i ain’t raise em yet, but b+tch i’m finna be
oh that lil ass love you think you offending me?
pillow talking to them b+tches, boy you just a simp to me
i’m a legend but a n+gga name not will smith
if you love her better tuck her, my money talk like i’m chris
and i’m drunk off booze they ask me questions i might plead the 5th
and just cause i say i got a stick don’t mean i’m finna shift
better open up yo eyes and realize that i’m a gift
tomorrow i might spend yo yearly salary up in saks fifth

[outro]
like is yo name madame, all you talk is wax sh+t
like is them t++th up in yo mouth real or is them caps b+tch
that ain’t gelato in yo blunt, boy that’s that car p+ss
tom and jerry b+tch i’m tom, i don’t do that rat sh+t
when you mention my name you better speak facts b+tch
cause just because i rap don’t mean i be on rap sh+t

- robbioso lyrics

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