YG - How To Rob A Rapper (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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YG - How To Rob A Rapper (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Welcome to the mind of a
motherfuckin' maniac
Pray for me y'all, uh
Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
This for all my broke real niggas
Who squeeze triggers but they
don't pay you to be active
Peep game, I'ma teach you
how to rob a rapper
Catch a nigga lackin', he
slackin' on IG Live
He gon' show his whereabouts
on accident, he be high
He gon' show the jewels he wearin'
and the car that he drive
Stupid nigga showed the same
location three times
And it seem like every
Friday, after eight
He flex crustation menus,
he like to date
Sit it out in the front,
catch him at the valet
Never mind, it's Beverly Hills,
you don't wanna catch no case
Scratch that, bick back,
he gon' slip up again
Gotta make it count so you
gotta score to win
Don't get frustrated, it's complicated,
he always with his friends
Look, there he go, by himself
slippin', he in that Benz
(Nigga gotta record, you
bitch-ass nigga)
I could teach you how to rob a rapper
I could teach you how to rob
Ayy, we gon' use a dummy page
to hit his management
I'ma need your artist on my
album, what's the damages?
I got the cameraman with me,
let's shoot a movie too
Before I hung up on homie,
told him it's bulletproof
They on the way, call the gang
and put 'em on the play
The watch alone without the
stones and go for forty K
Slide luxury under, with
Minnesota plates
Youngin in the back lookin' sketchy,
he never show his face
There they go in that Burban,
let him through the gate
Finna bounce out on him,
'til I told him "Wait"
We gon' let him get bomfortable
'fore we strip his ass
Nah, never mind, nigga, let's get
this bag, what's happenin'?
Run the pieces, concurrent,
lil' nigga, give me that
Or you gon' have to eat
this fifty pack, yeah
Fuck the Cuban, they callin'
to get the tennis back
Already sold, it ain't no
gettin' it back, ah
I could teach you how to rob (Ayy,
ayy, let me get Blood)
These rappers wanna come to
the bricks and flash chips
In the hood, we was structured
for robbin' and field trips
It was a Friday, the perfect
time to hit a lick
You tryna use the hood for clout on
time, we plottin' on your shit
I see 'em pull up, I chuck the hood
up, you know you good, blood
Sic the homegirls on 'em, nigga,
make 'em think it's hood love
And he ain't bang the gang, so
you know that it's a stickup
You better pay the homies 'fore
you try to come flick up
Okay, it's time to make
a move on this nigga
Give me all your shit or, bitch,
I'm pullin' the trigger
I need that chain, the watch
and all the cash you got
Don't be thinkin' shit sweet when
you pull up on my block
Take the jewelry to the plaza, turned
the jewels to some guap
I could teach you how to rob, I
could teach you how to flock
This Bounty Hunter Watts and
we ain't givin' no passes
If he move funny, better
blast it (Blast it)
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