Evil Pimp-Robbery's My Hobby G - Robbery's My Hobby G | Текст песни

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[Verse 1: Evil Pimp]
Pulse, Beware, They scared of utensils
Not the type you eat, But the kind that is brutal
Ru-gar, Overload, No remorse, Pop a slug
Do we love a stang a bitch, Like a doctor, I'm on drugs
Victim, Stick 'em, Randomly I picked 'em
Drop it off, Drop it off, Yes, I will click 'em
Emperor of Voodoo dolls, Bloody drippings what they saw
As I drag you through your home, Evidence is on the wall
Torture remorseful, I'll fuck up anybody
I got so many carrots people calling me Bugs Bunny
Cause robbery's my hobby G, Tell of me eternally
Speaking of causing bloodbath, Cause that be my specialty
Indonesia's got me hype, Jeffery Dahmer's who I'm like
Rob you then I slice you up, Skin you then I take a bite
Candle lit, Wiggety split, The police won't bother me
Cause I don't be barring shit, Bucking as my eyeballs gleam
Darken up your sunny day, As I rain on you parade
Santa Claus is on the way, Every night's a Christmas day
Give me some, Give me some, Jump like you want some
If I can't take that shit, Bitch, I'll go get my gun
{Chorus: Evil Pimp}
Robbery's my hobby G, Tell of me eternally
(Make a move, Motherfucker!)

{Verse 2: Crazy Mane}
Oh, Suffer the world, Go off like on the automatic
Get touched and roughed y'all niggas on devil shit catch souls for those who can't have it
You finished and smelling your face will get stamped upon when niggas are burning their candles, Mane
So cock me that AK, We ain't playing no games
We'll blow out your brains, Mane
Mane, Y'all niggas can't hang, We rain on competition
So listen, Our vision for gripping y'all for coalition
I'm sticking you niggas with switches and triggers and bitches be looking suspicious, Hal
So watch for your gal and watch for your pal
Don't know who to trust now
The trust isn't for niggas around town
They go off on your crown, And want you to frown
Bitch nigga, what's up now? Must thought you was slick, Huh
Creeping through the gang, Thought you had a victim
But you stepped on a stick, bruh
The people turned around and your body on a tree stump
Your soul was gassed up, Fucking with the niggas take your body to the lake front
And you gotta say none, And stain blood
Why niggas don't play that
Face full of my fist and beat blue black
I hope you niggas knew that
If you don't, Then my gat will move you lose crap
So don't tell me where the noose at
The rope around your throat, You'll lose that
And I bet I won't snooze that
Cause that's where the motherfucking stash and food at
Some say we sheisty, We're the type to hit a bitch and have a grave digged like iced tea

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