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sob x rbe - everybody lyrics

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[verse 1: slimmy b]
all she ever wanted was a rich n-gga (was a rich n-gga)
all i ever wanted was ’bout ten figures
ayy, i was thinking big, now i’m thinking bigger
hit her with this d-ck now your b-tch limping
when you getting money everybody listen
when you at the top everybody dissing
if i catch you with them suckas everybody getting it
n-gga if i trip everybody tripping
i’ma sip this mud ’til the pain gone
she gon’ give me head ’til her brain gone
i’m wit’ two bad b-tches, on that thang long
it’s hard to take the stick ’cause the thang long
ayy, your gang full of squares, only bosses in my circle
if i don’t do amiri then you know i’m doing purple
just copped a new key beamer am6 twin turbo
700 wave runners on like i’m surfing

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
and when it’s in the name of tu, i gotta slide too
my brother throw away his life, then there go mine too
aww sh-t, hopping out the vette where go my roof?
my allergies start acting up around broke n-ggas like ahchoo
real player in this b-tch you know i had to bring the mob through
my young n-ggas they mob too, my little n-gga might rob you
see i be, ’round a bunch of n-ggas with no id
but if we judging by the glocks then sh-t, i’m only 19
i might be, tripping off this drank, b-tch i might be
riding ’round tryna murk a n-gga who don’t like me
this n-gga got a issue with his b-tch and wanna fight me
she say you way too famous to be sliding, sh-t i might be
but a n-gga still ride with long clips
still in the mix
still see a opp bust a b-tch
still bounce out on a n-gga let it drip
still wit’ the sh-t
still give a f-ck how a b-tch feel

[verse 3: daboii]
and i ain’t never been no b-tch, i’m my daddy child
sat back to watch them n-ggas ball, they can’t stand me now
how the f-ck you n-ggas dripping in some hand me downs?
i need an oscar for the gang to make the family proud
bruh keep itching for his neck, he off coca cola
and if you calling for that pack then hit my motorola
b-tch if you don’t suck d-ck then i won’t come over
n-ggas don’t never pay they homage when they stole the culture
and i ain’t chasing no b-tch i got a tunnel vision
and if my brother up his pole then i’m gunning with him
in the field don’t play no rules, f-ck your fundamentals
and if i gotta throw these bullets i’ma three strike ’em
i go back broke, the b-tch on robin like a teen t-tan
talking ’bout your life just like a movie, n-gga rewind it
your n-gga barely getting by, he like a d minus
and bro i know you got my back but it don’t seem like it b-tch

[outro: slimmy b & yhung t.o.]
all she ever wanted was a rich n-gga (was a rich n-gga)
all i ever wanted was ’bout ten figures
ayy, i was thinking big, now i’m thinking bigger
hit her with this d-ck now your b-tch limping
but a n-gga still ride with long clips
still in the mix
still see a opp bust a b-tch
still bounce out on a n-gga let it drip
still wit’ the sh-t
still give a f-ck how a b-tch feel
n-gga

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