Buddah Jones - Yeah I Rob 2013 (Ft. Mr.Sisco x Gabriel Prentis) | Текст песни

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• Yeah I Rob 2013 (Ft. Mr.Sisco x Gabriel Prentis)

[Verse 1: Buddah Jones]
Now you fucking with some niggas that'll come kick in your door
Put that pistol in your mouth and rape your bitch right on the floor
This is what the fuck you get if you mistake me for a ho
We don't play that shit around my way in case you didn't know
Niggas grew up in the slums and we got nothing to lose
Tie your ass up by them strings on your motherfucking shoes
I promise you my nigga you won't even make the news
Cut your fingers off your dick and snatch your fucking dentals too
Now you niggas think you fucking bigger
But not bigger than my trigger
Talking all that fucking shit and
Too geeked up off all that liquor
Now you got a nigga pissed
My pistol got the fucking hiccups
Light your ass up like a Swisher
T-shirt with your fucking picture
Fuck you niggas talking it but how you got the phone
Bitch I'm chopping bodies up and letting 'em ride off in my trunk
And them cannons hit like 12's the way them motherfuckers thump
So before you step this way just make sure this is what you want

[Verse 2: Mr. Sisco]
Murder, murder, murder, murder
Kill, kill, kill
Fucking with me, drag your ass to the field, field, field
We Keep it real, real, real
You a pussy with a deal
Fucking with us, you'll get killed
And believe that we for real
I'm Illuminati, dressed in all black for your ass
Black ski mask
Black niggas jumping out that black van'
Nigga this is backlash from all you niggas talking trash
Best believe we coming first, fuck niggas coming last
Switch the tempo with the quick fo'
When I'm spitting motherfucker better get low
If he don't wanna get ghost
Make his crew comatose
Sending shots to his head like a motherfucking toast
If he don't wanna roasted
Better sit back and get toasted
Nigga we won't go for the ho shit
Cause fuck nigga we focused
No joking, bitch I'm smoking
Never slipping, always on my fucking pimping
On my grind, gotta get it
You could be on Fox missing
Snatch your soul, like abortion
While I'm sipping on some Tim Hortons
Blew it out of proportion
This is just a friendly warning

[Verse 3: Gabriel Prentis]
Nigga get your assed robbed, fucking with the Mafia
Talking all that talk my nigga what the fuck is stopping ya'
Get ate up like Tilapia, gun sound like the opera
All my niggas on the rise, they know us like we popular
Beat your ass with them hands, rob your ass for them grands
Hit up the weed man just to cop a couple grams
Riding with my sword, nigga make my day
If I see that you got what I want all you hear is the gauge
Click clack, hands go up, give me that
All that, black mask with my goons
Pap' pap', one wrong move, lay flat
On back, all black, in your tomb
Not about that fuck shit, all about them bucks bitch
But I ain't from Milwaukee, better keep your shit tucked bitch
Just pulled another B&E
I'm off the weed and that O.E
Damn I got the block hot, but my name ain't Weezy
Better lock your door, cause tonight could be the night
Get robbed for everything, including your life

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