Lil' Rob Lyrics
Lil' Rob Lyrics
"Call the Cops Lyrics"
Yard Trip #7 Lyrics
Yard trip number seven's The one that they painted on the lawn And if we load it up into this gun Soon it'll all be gone Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth In the desert wind I would have a grin That might shatter the earth Whoa There's three short ways to live again Crumble like paper upon my skin They all tell you to try But you'r
Yard trip number seven's The one that they painted on the lawn And if we load it up into this gun Soon it'll all be gone Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth In the desert wind I would have a grin That might shatter the earth Whoa There's three short ways to live again Crumble like paper upon my skin They all tell you to try But you'r
(Lil' Rob)
cuando el dia se converte noche
Wacha las chiespas que vuelan del coche
Lil' Rob is un locote
Thought I was done? Fuck no
I won't let it go
See I made you what you are putos
And everybody knows
Don't try to hide what's so obvious
Without Lil' Rob around homeboy you got no audience
Your fucking fraudulent you lost your common sense
Not just a little bit but all of it
Heard you got an Album coming out Puto what'chu calling it?
Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell some mother fucker
Check the bar codes the one the scan well you ain't got those
Cause of The wrong mind you cross the wrong line
im an earthquake Ready to happen and your standing on my fucking fault line
Got some bullets in the cartriage
In heaven Lyrics
In heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine You´ve got your good things And I´ve got mine In heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine You´ve got your good things And you´ve got mine In heav
do some damage to your cartilageIn heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine You´ve got your good things And I´ve got mine In heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine In heaven Everything is fine You´ve got your good things And you´ve got mine In heav
Dia de tu muerte silent like your cuete
Cause you wont shoot shit you bought that shit just for a sound prop
Click Click that's all you hear is Click Click and no shots
(Lil' Rob)(Chorus)
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Cause Lil' Rob won't stop
Somebody call the cops
Somebody call the cops
(Lil' Rob)
Hey fat boy you drop something
A fucking dime you fucking swine
Rather have my pride than run and hide
Thought you were a gangster
Thought you knew the rules
There's a fork up in your road puto
Which one you gonna chose?
Whichever way it is
Guarantee your gonna lose
Movin' Cool (The After Party) Lyrics
[Andre & Joi] Movin' cool, Movin' cool, Movin' cool. I can make a cold blind man see a better way, But when I'm around you, you don't have much to say. La, la, la, la, la, la, whoo, whoo. Verse 1 [Andre 3000] You see there will always be someone, taller, darker, maybe wit a little more cheese than I got. But really shawty you don't need nobod
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I know your move before you make it[Andre & Joi] Movin' cool, Movin' cool, Movin' cool. I can make a cold blind man see a better way, But when I'm around you, you don't have much to say. La, la, la, la, la, la, whoo, whoo. Verse 1 [Andre 3000] You see there will always be someone, taller, darker, maybe wit a little more cheese than I got. But really shawty you don't need nobod
Leaving you confused
How can the fuck do I know what I do
It's not that hard to find out info
Cause no one likes you
Everybody that I talk to
Wants to see your downfall
Knocking you out left and right
And I'm boxing southpaw
You run cause you're a rat
Not cause you're an outlaw
I just can't get over it
You couldn't be more of a bitch
Say nobody likes me? Shit
I don't like nobody
They're a bunch of backstabbers
Not to mention whack rappers
Where's all the real homeboys at?
I don't see none bitch you cut
Your pony tail Puto so you could be one
(Lil' Rob)
Fool you just a phony
never was a homie
You are what you eat
Full of fucking baloney
I Don't Know What To Do With My Life Lyrics
I don't know what to do with my life Should I give it up and make a new start I don't know what to do with my life 'Cos the one I've got just tears me apart I can't wake up in the morning And I can't get to sleep at night I'm not expecting things to be perfect But a high success rate would be nice I don't know what to do with my life I don't know
Though your name is TonyI don't know what to do with my life Should I give it up and make a new start I don't know what to do with my life 'Cos the one I've got just tears me apart I can't wake up in the morning And I can't get to sleep at night I'm not expecting things to be perfect But a high success rate would be nice I don't know what to do with my life I don't know
Your no, Tony Montana
Don't get brave like Atlanta
Won't exist just like Santa
I'm not even worried
About what'chu might do
I'll be waiting with a German
Named G-42
And that's some heavy artillery
You think your killing me
I know your fucking feeling me
Y saves que puto?
Let the fucking war begin
I guarantee that I won't stop until I fucking win
smile'n faces sometimes they don't tell the truth
Smile'n faces tell lies and I got proof, the proof is you
Whatchu gonna do when your covers blown
And your stupid fat asses are sitting all alone and
Carmen comes to get'cha? Carmen's just a bitch
Just like you, you have no fucking clue what I can do to you!
(Chorus)