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Sledgren Yeah, hah, bitch I'm Rob Vicious Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy Uh, they can't stop me so nigga they just hate me And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me Real nigga, you could never be the fake me Broke nigga you just hate me 'cause you ain't me Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating I came up in this bitch and I had motives Serve every junky on this block, now I got boulders Young and rich but I got demons on my shoulders Block is hot, I swear to God my heart is colder Who the fuck these pussy niggas? we don't know you Ain't no choppers in this bitch then let me show you Baking soda with the coca, not no Cola Got the smokers on the corner going loco Ayy, bitch I'm Rob Vicious You ain't savage nigga, heard you rob bitches I'ma fuck this nigga bitch in five minutes And if I'm rapping 'bout it, nigga I did it SongtexteUh, they can't stop me so nigga they just hate me And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me Real nigga, you could never be the fake me Broke nigga you just hate me 'cause you ain't me Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating Fuck all that hating shit, let's go and get some M's Too many haters out here to be making friends Get you some paper, baby go and get some bands Fifty K and I'ma do my money dance Comin' in, I got checks comin' in Get it in, I'ma tell you how it is Ain't no flex, we got next, we gon' win Off the money, drugs, and sex, how we live They looking at all this fashion, drippin' like I been had it Whipping my wrist like magic, balling like I'm a Maverick You know that I'm vicious and savage, and I might never stop trappin' Most of you niggas just cappin', not with the shit that you rappin' Uh, they can't stop me so nigga they just hate me And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me Real nigga, you could never be the fake me Broke nigga you just hate me 'cause you ain't me Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating Aus Songtexte Mania