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robinson - b.o.m.s. lyrics

verse 1:

back on to spit and my back on my sh-t
back for revenge and i’m back with my chick
wait we never ever split but i’m back on my sh-t
with my hand on my clip yeah i’m back on my sh-t like (ay)
yeah i’m back on my sh-t like (ay)
get back for i let it rip like (bang bang)
girl got her hand on my d-ck like
hit it from the -ss make it split like
you know it ain’t a game from the way that i flame
only reason that i came for the fortune and the fame
i dun’ met a million people i don’t need to know names
you can stay in your own lane you and me can stay estranged (bye)
you know it ain’t a game from the way that i flame
only reason that i came for the fortune and the fame
i dun’ met a million people i don’t need to know names
you can stay in your own lane you and me can stay estranged (bye)
cuz i’m feelin’ myself
chillin’ in the buildin’ while you suckas buy belts (yeah)
tryna be be fly make ya insides melt
i’m just tryna go far with the friends i built
rest in peace mac dre you a pillar of the bay
rest in peace j-a you still k!ll it from the grave
rest in peace mac dre your music bring the bay to life
rest in peace j-a so dope i had to say it twice

hook:

back on my sh-t yeah i’m back on my sh-t
said i fell off but i’m back wit a hit like ay
yeah im comin’ live from the rich like ay
yeah im really back on my sh-t like
back on my sh-t yeah i’m back on my sh-t
said i fell off but i’m back wit a hit like ay
yeah im comin’ live from the rich like ay
yeah im really back on my sh-t like
ay, yeah im really back on my sh-t like ay
yeah i’m really back on my sh-t like ay
yeah i’m comin’ back with a hit like ay
yeah i’m comin’ live from the rich like ay
ay, yeah im really back on my sh-t like ay
yeah i’m really back on my sh-t like ay
yeah i’m comin’ back with a hit like ay
yeah i’m comin’ live from the rich like ay

verse 2:

and i’m back for real like (ay)
and i’m packin’ steel pipes (bang)
f-ck bites tryna sn-tch a meal i
ain’t tryna move to vacaville
just to stack a mil i got m-ssive bills
just to live in my city that’s whack as h-ll
what a pity it’s sh-tty what’ll half a mil buy
nothing in the town even patch of fields high (the f-ck?)
so i’m workin’ workin’ workin’
never stop f-ck the curtains curtains curtains (f-ck that)
open them b-tches i came here to murk it
all of the effort is finally worth it
all of your hate i just f-ckin’ reverse it
and turn it to motivation to get further
murder my enemies learn from my penalties
y’all on that loser sh-t that sh-t ain’t in to me
this that vibe type sh-t, lax wit ya chick while high type sh-t
blappin’ this sh-t while you fly thru the six
ain’t talkin’ ’bout drake it’s the waterfront b-tch
and we gang gang gang ain’t gotta front b-tch
if you gang bang mayne then you know what it is
throw yo hood in the air represent where you live
echando barrio or you go raise a fist

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