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sob x rbe - damn lyrics

[verse 1: lul g]
big bands, big dreams too
got a glock finna swerve in this benz coupe
glock 18 full it b-tch a jig too
tryna run it up lemme show you what these bands do
yea yea took his b-tch that’s a throwback
yellow golds top and bottom b-tch, kodak
i keep it on me, we bussing and bro strapped
speaking down on the gang b-tch boat mac
bust down lemme show you what this cash do
10 bands out a b-tch, show you what that lash do (nerd!)
quit talkin’ on the net we gon’ blast through
guess you ain’t hear what happened to yo last dude

[hook: lul g]
d-mn! i can’t trust n-gg-s, d-mn!
i don’t f-ck wit’ you
slimmy by my side, shooter he’ll pluck n-gg-s
and its strictly only brothers
n-gg- i don’t f-ck wit’ you, b-tch

[verse 2: daboii]
can’t rock with the glock if the stick ain’t long
if we up in yo city then yo b-tch ain’t home
taking trips ain’t sh-t if the trip ain’t long
if i can take this n-gg- b-tch then his grip ain’t strong
i don’t f-ck with n-gg- but you f-ck n-gg-s knew that
young wild n-gg- on my waist where a boot at
b-tch i’m daboii wit one word but with two caps
playing wit yo life don’t be mad when you lose that
yea, i love to talk sh-t, n-gg-s broke clap it up cause they talk rich
game on, i get cake then i off it
grip of bad hoes when we slide then we all hit
yo b-tch gave a n-gg- brain till she h-lla dumb
thought i was on mars but i’m not i’m off h-lla drugs
cause i ain’t been sober for a minute since i met the plug
strippers on my d-ck when i slide make em fetch a dub
couple sh-lls in a clip come and catch a slug
for that money i’m a fiend b-tch i fell in love
yea i talk a lot of sh-t but i’m barely done
and stop acting like you broke cause you barely cut

[verse 3: td bandz]
thumbin’ through these blues like muhf-ckin banker
no small bills only f-ck with ben franklins
sob the gang what the f-ck you n-gg-s thinking
only pink bottles what the f-ck you n-gg-s dranking?
totin with the shred quick to knock a n-gg- head off
sob tophat, b-tch i’m like adolf
fillin’ up the bag cause we just got the weight off
countin up on base off, head coach, play call
still rockin’ with the same n-gg-s from the stoop
d b-tta with the xd in his boot
no pump fake if he up he gon’ shoot
16 touched 20, 9th grade, cap coupe
now the book is on the rollie on some other sh-t
and i’m still getting money out my other b-tch
jay the brother top out on this one
promoter jay i see you boy!
next thing on me you know how we rocking

[outro: lul g]
d-mn! i can’t trust n-gg-s, d-mn!
i don’t f-ck with you
slimmy by my side
shooter he’ll pluck n-gg-s
and its strictly only brothers
n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with you, d-mn
!d-mn! i can’t trust n-gg-s, d-mn!
i don’t f-ck with you
slimmy by my side
shooter he’ll pluck n-gg-s
and its strictly only brothers
n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with you, b-tch!
n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with you
n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with you, b-tch!
n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with you, b-tch!
n-gg-, i don’t f-ck with you!

- sob x rbe lyrics

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