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young roddy - robin givens lyrics

[intro/brige – young roddy]
these hoes be trippin’ robin givens
n-gga my palms itchin’

[verse 1]
uh, feelin’ like these rap n-ggas ain’t no compet-tion
uh, man them hoes be trippin robin givens
i know i’m bout to make that dough my palms itchin’
i’m sorry for callin’ these women b-tches god forgive me
i stand tall on my own 10 toes n-ggas
ask my boy nipsey flips and them hollygrove n-ggas
word to 31st i’m k!llin’ every verse
tell them labels f-ck em fool i know just what i’m worth
a few mills or better marley mal they tried to tell em
a n-gga ain’t no joke i’m d-mn sure ain’t no average joe
and i ain’t tryna toot my own h-rn n-gga but i’m on
i ask the lord to give me strength i pray he keep me strong
and i’m just tryna get it right tho, two wrongs don’t make a right tho
how he write that hot sh-t, his crib ain’t have no lights tho
i ain’t had no diamonds but i always shined the brightest
a n-gga went from sleepin’ with them roaches and them mices
from eatin’ eggs and rice to watchin’ my uncle shoot dice
to watch my people struggle from that sh-t we call life
to fussin’ with my girl about some sh-t from last night
gotta get it right and keep it right, i sho don’t sleep at night
every time i dosed off i get a phone call
that’s probably one of my n-ggas talkin’ ’bout some sh-t he gettin’
or probably one of them hoes talkin’ ’bout lord knows
but please take me back to when i had them cornrolls
without a care in the world just me and my favorite girl
flow so sick i might walk in this booth and hurl
feelin’ like i’m the illest n-gga in this world
feelin’ like i’m the freshest n-gga on my block
p-ssy n-ggas scared they know i’m comin’ for they spot

[break]
good sense

[verse 2]
uh, that liquor got me spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
’bout time i grow up and be a man
mama said she hate the mail man
n-gga never bring no checks he only bringin’ bills man
word to bun b i keep it trill man
ain’t never popped no pill i ain’t never k!ll a man
use to roll in my monte carlo bumpin’ k!lla cam
dipset
now i holla jet set
i still don’t give a d-mn fool i still could care less
i’m a dirty ghetto kid who just tryna stay fresh
in ralph lauren rolly on my left arm king route teflon
laughin’ at them f-ck boys
and even if i fall i get up and keep goin’
makin’ money with my best boy, they tell me i’m that boy
this n-gga tryna get some keys to a new toy and park it in my garage
i sleep when i die
even tho i get sea sick i still want a yacht
even tho that p-ssy good b-tch i still want some top
the same lil’ homie off the block, which block?
31st where we got it out the dirt
where we learned to flip work
beef came we shot first
talk a b-tch up out her skirt
life

[outro/bridge]
feelin’ like these rap n-ggas ain’t no compet-tion
man them hoes be trippin’ robin givens
i know i’m bout to make that dough my palms itchin’
i’m sorry for callin’ these women b-tches god forgive me

- young roddy lyrics

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