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tristan knight – before i got robbed lyrics

dialogue:
hold on
somebody chirping me. “yo? +chirp+
+chirp+chirp+ “what’s up yo b+tch as niiiiiiiiigggggggggaaaaa???
we outside in your driveway bro, come on.”
“aight, bet. yo granny? i’ll be back. i’m about to go get some food with the bros. ok. i will. love you too.”
“yeeeeeaaahhhh n+gga, what’s up? how was work?”
“man that sh+t was boring as f+ck dawg. a typical sunday. i couldn’t get the day off and shine like you n+ggas though. the f+ck was y’all at anyways?”
“sh+t, we was up at thunderbowl bro, f+cking with the hoes and whatnot. they asked about you too.” “no they didn’t. lol.”
“yeah, i bet they did. but anyways, i missed y’all n+ggas. what we about to get to eat?”
“you already know we going up to checkers dawg.”
“sh+t, i want those fully loaded fries, i want a checker burger with cheese something man.”
“aight, well sh+t, say no more. let’s go then. it’s getting late as f+ck dawg.”
“n+gga, you ain’t got sh+t else to do no way.”
“d+mn, it’s a lot of n+ggas up here man.”
“yeah, you’re right. especially on a sunday at 1 am. the f+ck going on up here?”
“i don’t know, but let’s make this sh+t fast dawg. i’m hungry, i gotta work tomorrow, and i’m just trying to chill bro.”
“d+mn’ it’s a lot of n+ggas up here.”
“too many. this sh+t is unusual.”
“i just said that pootie tang.”
“man, shut the f+ck up.”

verse:
i was chilling at the crib on a sunday
i just finished at the gig, sh+t was mundane
somehow, all my n+ggas had the day off, and they was up at thunderbowl
shining like a halogen and giggling with pretty hoes
we all got paid 2 days prior
i was trying to save some bucks, like my first name’s giannis
when you’re young and 19, you be filled with the fire
but that sh+t don’t really mean that you be thinking the brightest, tuh
my dawg hit me up
he said they want to get some grub, ‘bout to pick me up
i admit, i felt a little bit of sourness
h+lla hungry, but the fear of missing out was just
a n+gga’s pride
got the nextel chirp saying, “n+gga, we outside.”
threw my grey sweats on with some new adidas slides
put my keys in my pocket then proceeded to his ride
it was after midnight, and all i wanted was some fries
he had a little green whip with the bang
couple 12’s in the trunk, when we listened to wayne
it was summer ‘06, dedication 2 days
if it wasn’t young dro, then we listened to game
not knowing it could be a scene up out of those fl!cks
straight west coast sh+t that we had witnessed as kids
in detroit though, young n+ggas is cutthroat
don’t care about the area you from and what you don’t know
hold on
dialogue:
“aye, who the f+ck is that?”
“yeah n+gga, you know what the f+ck it is. run that sh+t!”

- tristan knight lyrics

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