- SOB x RBE Sensei 歌詞
- SOB x RBE
- Ayy, ayy, ayy, X, you motha****in slap
Im the master, Im the boss, Im the sensei
And you was kissin on that *****, how my *** * taste?
I threw some fifties on the buffs, now Im in shape
And I done got my muscle up, boy I dont lift weights
You lil *****s just some monkeys, * ****, we been apes
Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the thizz face
And *****, yall can keep the streets, I love to get paid
And I dont **** 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
510', but stand tall like Im 68'
Turn her to a super freak, like Im Rick James
And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains
Big body hoggin all the freeway, Im in six lanes (*****)
Mind on a million, yeah , I gotta stay focused
Hand on the trigger, see a sucker, Ima blow it
All these bands, bands, bands on me, I cant fold em
Hard body, all that sucker **** , I dont condone it
Moncler on, winter time, when its snowin
We aint cuffin hoes, get the neck and let my bro hit
Got her ***** wet off these words, Im a poet
But if she got hair on that *****, I dont 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 cant 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
Dont 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, Im switchin modes
Couldnt keep balance, I spilt the Tron
And I dont 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 dont go ones
SOB, RBE, its the gang or none
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