- SOB x RBE Sensei 歌词
- SOB x RBE
- Ayy, ayy, ayy, X, you motha****in' slap
I'm the master, I'm the boss, I'm the sensei
And you was kissin' on that *****, how my **** taste?
I threw some fifties on the buffs, now I'm in shape
And I done got my muscle up, boy I don't lift weights
You lil' *****s just some monkeys, *****, we been apes
Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the thizz face
And *****, y'all can keep the streets, I love to get paid
And I don't **** with Android, I need the Ben Franks
*****, you will end up missed, off a mistake
And we the only reason broke *****s skip states
Choppa turn a big homie to a big shame
If she told you that she loyal, then that ***** fake
5'10", but stand tall like I'm 6'8"
Turn her to a super freak, like I'm Rick James
And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains
Big body hoggin' all the freeway, I'm in six lanes (*****)
Mind on a million, yeah, I gotta stay focused
Hand on the trigger, see a sucker, I'ma blow it
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em
Hard body, all that sucker ****, I don't condone it
Moncler on, winter time, when it's snowin'
We ain't cuffin' hoes, get the neck and let my bro hit
Got her ***** wet off these words, I'm a poet
But if she got hair on that *****, I don't want it
Young crest *****, out the mud, I was chosen
Up strap and shoot him with this cannon, like he posin'
Only thing I hit is bad *******, my **** golden
Used to be my *****, turned into a king cobra
Gas, break, dipped in that big body yolkin'
***** so thick, from the front, ass pokin'
Hit it from the back, leave her ****in' back broken
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em
*****
And you can get your ass shot tryna act hard
I just took the dub in the backyard
Never leave the stick, *****, that part
And I know that you a ***** ***** at heart
Had the boys on my ass, had to tuck the pole
Sent brody on that skit, told 'em up a soul
Don't put your love in that *****, they come and go
Sent some shots at that *****, he tucked and rolled
High as **** behind the wheel with no control
Put that Corvette in track, I'm switchin' modes
Couldn't keep balance, I spilt the 'Tron
And I don't smoke woods, just joints and cones
*****, free Noonie Mitch, I miss my thug
On one-nine with ****, got keep a drum
All my *****s uppin' sticks, we don't go ones
SOB, RBE, it's the gang or none
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