Lil' Ron - Robbing Niggas lyrics

Robbing Niggas

Lil' Ron

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[Intro]
Bitch
(I ain't gotta say too much, aye)
(Who made it?)
(My mom made it, bitch)

[Chorus]
Aye, bitch, I came up robbin' niggas
Now I ain't too happy bout' it but since a kid I was a problem nigga
Them niggas did what? Ok, lets slash all this problem nigga
Never goin' broke but shit, if I do then im robbin' niggas

[Verse 1]
Nd' yhea, I went to school, but not to study, I had to go trap
I left at lunch time to go get me some eat, I ain't never comin' back
Took my ass to the hood to smoke me a wood, nd' yhea to smoke me a pack
I ain't braggin' bout the shit lil nigga, im just sayin' im bout what I rap
My momma got eight kids, its a real struggle, nd' we gotta eat
Got tired of walkin', I save my trap money to go get me a jeep
I be really in the field, boy this shit is real, so you better stay with the heat
I suggest you niggas to go in the house if you niggas already in the streets
I pop me a X nd' get half, nd' diss my homies then you gunna die
Its heaven or hell, you family better hope god send you to the sky
I don't really give uh fuck, its middle finger to your momma, that bitch can die
Hope she get caught at the red light, nd' they don't ever let her by
We pop out with tecs nd' Glocks, this is not for play, we aim at his top
You think shes a good girl, then come to the hood to bitch nd' thot
Nd' we in the hood boy, so just duck if you hear some shots
They'll be like lil Ron, how the fuck you grow up with this shit on yo block?
I tell them

[Chorus]
Aye, bitch, I came up robbin' niggas
Now I ain't too happy bout' it but since a kid I was a problem nigga
Them niggas did what? Ok, lets slash all this problem nigga
Never goin' broke but shit, if I do then clearly im robbin' niggas

[Verse 2]
I think im the king of my city, I really came up im was trappin' on titties
Nd' all them bad hoes tryina give me some pussy, but I was too busy
Run me up a sack, I was sippin' on ack, thats why I look a lil silly
Glocks all in the back, so how are we lackin' if we then niggas gettin' busy
You niggas ain't toten a stick, you ain't loose yo homie then go through a hit
You ain't even kill yo opps, but ready to kill me over a bitch
Niggas all on live they all about talkin' bout me, they thinkin' its funny nd' shit
So I send him a clip with me nd' his bitch to see him how funny it get
This is bitch callin' nd' now she cryin' like "he don't even want me no more"
Now somethin' tell me, the shit that he was laughin' about ain't funny no mo'
Niggas like all drama, but I just sit back to my pennies and dollas
I just wanna show niggas they make me mad enough, ill fuck on yo momma

[Outro]
Aye, Im onna fuckin' come up, im feelin' great
Make me mad enough I bet ill fuck on one of yall sexy ass, thick ass, good lookin' ass mommas
I know how im fuckin' comin'
Aye
Btich
Aye
(Damn good that bitch up [?])

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Lil Gotit - Cap Zone lyrics

Cap Zone

Lil Gotit

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[Intro: Lil Gotit]
Get out my face, bitch you cap
First nigga reach for a chain, gettin’ slapped
All the fake love, I can feel it off dap
Location, ya we totin’ baby straps
Nigga been broke, why the pussy hatin’?
Nigga ass prayin’
Now I’m pullin’ blue hunnits out the safe

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Ya baby daddy broke, he didn’t make the roster
Yeah we beat the block down, nigga no talkin’
Nigga tryna’ cap like they been round the gang
Nigga, yeah we shoot imposters
Took the gang out and we stay posted
I had to listen to Pluto, I went Monster
Got the bag nigga, still stay hungry
Yeah I ran to the bag, nigga like Flash
And a mutherfucka kinda slime, lil jungle
If I’m on some Call of Duty shit, hit my uncle
Hood Baby, outta here, Wheezy
Drake with me, nigga ain’t talkin’ Drizzy
Face shots, leave a nigga soakin’ n’ squishy
Do one bitch, squirted out my OZ
I’m a [?] row hero
Lotta’ ice round my mufuckin’ neck, sub zero

[Verse 1: Lil Gotit]
AP flooded, can’t tell the time
PJ flyin’, that’s private time
Yeah I keep a young nigga, that’s Ron [?]
I’ma get it poppin’ rapper, you ain’t droppin’ no dime
Yeah, Big [?] like Migos
Thugged out, we ain’t rockin’ same bankrolls
Patek, drip on her and Chanel [?]
Rockin’ Bape at the label, geeked out like Fabel
Kick some lil bad shit like J-Lo
In the kitchen, whippin’ wrist, with a Patek on the [?]
[?] bout ya hand, that’s a no, no
I ain’t I gotta try to check me a mango
Bitch, ain’t pussy whipped, niggas ain’t Django
Gotta whole lotta hatin’ ass niggas in my shoutouts
What hit me, that came from the hood, that’s a low blow
Fuckin’ on they ho-hoes
Let her pop a pill, I bet he don’t know
[?], but imma beat ya [?]

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Ya baby daddy broke, he didn’t make the roster
Yeah we beat the block down, nigga no talkin’
Nigga tryna’ cap like they been round the gang
Nigga, yeah we shoot imposters
Took the gang out and we stay posted
I had to listen to Pluto, I went Monster
Got the bag nigga, still stay hungry
Yeah I ran to the bag, nigga like Flash
And a mutherfucka kinda slime, lil jungle
If I’m on some Call of Duty shit, hit my uncle
Hood Baby, outta here, Wheezy
Drake with me, nigga ain’t talkin’ Drizzy
Face shots, leave a nigga soakin’ n’ squishy
Do one bitch, squirted out my OZ
I’m a [?] row hero
Lotta’ ice round my mufuckin’ neck, sub zero

[Verse 2: Lil Keed]
Yeah, yeah
Nigga front they ice
Got [?] fuck niggas tryna built a heist
Niggas say they fly, so we shootin’ down
Yeah we rush down, we ain’t doin’ drive-bys, hoo, hoo
Rockin’ Off-White, diamond Off-White shoes
All these hoes I got pinned up play duck, duck, goose
Yeah I got geeked off the percoets
Then I got [?] off the [?], lil duse
Hit yo’ potato, get spanked, off the behavior
Got dank, we smoke by the paper
How I wear J’s, ain’t do no time?
I bet these [?] face ya
Hope out with Drakes, hop out with drums
Shit, they killin’ the Mayor
Hope out with Drakes, hop out with drums
Shit, they [?]

[Chorus: Lil Gotit]
Ya baby daddy broke, he didn’t make the roster
Yeah we beat the block down, nigga no talkin’
Nigga tryna’ cap like they been round the gang
Nigga, yeah we shoot imposters
Took the gang out and we stay posted
I had to listen to Pluto, I went Monster
Got the bag nigga, still stay hungry
Yeah I ran to the bag, nigga like Flash
And a mutherfucka kinda slime, lil jungle
If I’m on some Call of Duty shit, hit my uncle
Hood Baby, outta here, Wheezy
Drake with me, nigga ain’t talkin’ Drizzy
Face shots, leave a nigga soakin’ n’ squishy
Do one bitch, squirted out my OZ
I’m a [?] row hero
Lotta’ ice round my mufuckin’ neck, sub zero

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RON DEUCE - Where I Come From lyrics

Where I Come From

RON DEUCE

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It Go Like This

[Chorus]
Aye Check it out this where I come From
Watch how i move and maybe you ah learn summit
You ain’t bout yo bag den get like me
Went from food stamps to seeing way over a 100 G’s 

Aye aye this where I come from
Can’t get caught slipping 
Gotta keep one
I’m outside this quarantine got me on one
Bending corners rolling woods for my lost ones

[Verse 1]
We taking trips riding foreign whips
It’s going down
She gotta chase the bag if I ever put the dick down
She say I fuck different when I’m off brown
I’m off it now
Hit the bobs grab a wood and go a second round
Running Plays in LA I’m from the BT
Bustin moves from the pen with lil TT
This the 3 peat, like Kobe I’m a whole beast
Trading Gold hit for UI in the same week
Still pissed bout KC ready to drill something
Niggas speaking on KI until they see em coming
Working with the police na that’s a new trend
All my dogs do they time and bounce back again
You ain’t bout that slide game yeah you scared ain’t you
You use to fonkin with them poodles not them bears ain’t you
I’m from Berkeley
Fairview to San Pablo Park
They gentrified the city
Them thugs come out in the dark
[Chorus]
Aye Check it out this where I come From
Watch how i move and maybe you ah learn summit
You ain’t bout yo bag den get like me
Went from food stamps to seeing way over a 100 G’s 

Aye aye this where I come from
Can’t get caught slipping 
Gotta keep one
I’m outside this quarantine got me on one
Bending corners rolling woods for my lost ones

[[Verse 1] 2: Almighty Roy]
Missing Lyrics

[Chorus]
Aye Check it out this where I come From
Watch how i move and maybe you ah learn summit
You ain’t bout yo bag den get like me
Went from food stamps to seeing way over a 100 G’s 

Aye aye this where I come from
Can’t get caught slipping 
Gotta keep one
I’m outside this quarantine got me on one
Bending corners rolling woods for my lost ones

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