"Rpg Baby" lyrics
It's the kid from the r aunty heather one
I could never be mad at mom
My niggas still locked in the federal
I just pray we get better dawg
Niggas switch up when the cheddar go
I could never be mad at them
This life that I live giving lessons, ohhh
I could never be mad at them
Add em up
Them hoes we add em up
Her and her friend they was bad as shit
And after I did, got my man to fuck
They popping perks, they panties off
Got me thinking like where did the xanny go
Right now I been thinking bout ecstasy
And the nigga that talk on the gram he broke
Damnnn
I can't stand these hoes
Cut off my feet still standing tall
I bet on myself before all the opps
I sat in the trap with a band alone
Since they was here
I can't leave them bands alone
Free Tajay
Devil leave my man's alone
Ask Shak
Can't leave my man's alone
It's RPG
I feel like we stand alone
Free all of my felons, that's doing that time that sit in the can alone
She got in the car, I knew she was a thot I'm like where did the panty go
I write all these songs, not off adderall
I cannot name shit that I'm mad about
She asking me what imma rap about
My mind on this money, and nothing else
Fuck the cells
And fuck the jails
We been through hell
We gon let 'em know
My homie locked up
Gotta let him out
They left when I'm down
But I'm better now
Running through hunnids
Let's ten it out
A nigga like me
I can't band it out
Oh how you feel?
I still pray to God, I just miss my man's a lot
I wish Brodie was here but he ain't
I just look at his pic on the gram a lot
I Hurd I'm the man a lot
Why shawty be hitting my landline?
I know I pray to God
So why you gave my dad time?
Oh it's my damn time
Anywhere that they go, know the gang mine
30 clip it got hang time, and we not the one known to save lives
These niggas be talking on instagram, they be sending fake shots
And that's okay because the bro gon send em face shots...
Ice on my neck
But the drac hot
He say that he real
I know that he not
I'm still the lil nigga that's good on my block
She just gave me the wipe-down, mean mouth
Check a nigga clip, see what it really be bout
Fuck a New York bitch, I'm in DC now
We run in for the bag
Then you know that we out
Tell them niggas show some cash
What they really be bout
I got this bitch she shaking ass
She infront of me now
You know imma dog, so that's a fact
I make the pussy meow
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I could never be mad at mom
My niggas still locked in the federal
I just pray we get better dawg
Niggas switch up when the cheddar go
I could never be mad at them
This life that I live giving lessons, ohhh
I could never be mad at them
Add em up
Them hoes we add em up
Her and her friend they was bad as shit
And after I did, got my man to fuck
They popping perks, they panties off
Got me thinking like where did the xanny go
Right now I been thinking bout ecstasy
And the nigga that talk on the gram he broke
Damnnn
I can't stand these hoes
Cut off my feet still standing tall
I bet on myself before all the opps
I sat in the trap with a band alone
Since they was here
I can't leave them bands alone
Free Tajay
Devil leave my man's alone
Ask Shak
Can't leave my man's alone
It's RPG
I feel like we stand alone
Free all of my felons, that's doing that time that sit in the can alone
She got in the car, I knew she was a thot I'm like where did the panty go
I write all these songs, not off adderall
I cannot name shit that I'm mad about
She asking me what imma rap about
My mind on this money, and nothing else
Fuck the cells
And fuck the jails
We been through hell
We gon let 'em know
My homie locked up
Gotta let him out
They left when I'm down
But I'm better now
Running through hunnids
Let's ten it out
A nigga like me
I can't band it out
Oh how you feel?
I still pray to God, I just miss my man's a lot
I wish Brodie was here but he ain't
I just look at his pic on the gram a lot
I Hurd I'm the man a lot
Why shawty be hitting my landline?
I know I pray to God
So why you gave my dad time?
Oh it's my damn time
Anywhere that they go, know the gang mine
30 clip it got hang time, and we not the one known to save lives
These niggas be talking on instagram, they be sending fake shots
And that's okay because the bro gon send em face shots...
Ice on my neck
But the drac hot
He say that he real
I know that he not
I'm still the lil nigga that's good on my block
She just gave me the wipe-down, mean mouth
Check a nigga clip, see what it really be bout
Fuck a New York bitch, I'm in DC now
We run in for the bag
Then you know that we out
Tell them niggas show some cash
What they really be bout
I got this bitch she shaking ass
She infront of me now
You know imma dog, so that's a fact
I make the pussy meow
[?]
