"Cut Ya And Rob Ya" lyrics
"Cut Ya And Rob Ya"
Yeah, it's Jelly Roll, Worm, Polo White, yeah, Champagne
Champ, the motherfuckin' truth, that's me
We came from the rubble, we made it out of nothing
Shot to the top, now the attitude is fucked on
But still (let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob)
(L-L-Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob ya)
See, you can do you, that's just fine
But promise one thing, bitch, I'ma get mine
(Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob)
(L-L-Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob ya) Jelly (wad up, world?)
It's Jelly Roll and fuck 'em, that's the way that I'm feelin' (yeah)
Name poppin' like I flew a fuckin' plane in the building (a'ight)
When it come down to beef, yeah, I'm kinda like Osama boss
But just a split folk, and they'll be knockin' my ma off (wad up?)
Yeah, it's just the thug in me, why the street's lovin' me
Out here in the water every day like a submarine (get it)
Talkin' 'bout the work that hit the prepaid dog (yeah)
Tryin' to make a lot of money like DJ Paul (wad up gangsta?)
Got that Juicy J hustle, that lil' white flow (Weezy)
That Project Pat buzz that hypnotized dog
Turn impossibly to probably, rancid and I'm moderate
Honestly, I don't think a rapper out here stoppin' (never)
But I'm still ballin' like I finally won the lottery
Rap don't work, and then it's back to pulling robberies
Y'all know my philosophy, fuck it, let him die
Pop another pill with school, but I ain't even fucking trying, bitch
We came from the rubble, we made it out of nothing
Shot to the top, now the attitude is fucked on
But still (let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob)
(L-L-Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob ya)
See, you can do you, that's just fine
But promise one thing, bitch, I'ma get mine
(Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob)
(L-L-Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob ya)
I'm face first in the streets, so I rep the gutter
Ask about me, bet they tell you I'm a muhfucker
I rap about the shit I see because I really live it
So, if you out there, and I shot you, man, I really mean it
Jelly tell 'em, I ain't really about no rap song
I'ma rob you, fuck your hoe and get the pack gone
Don't get your face blown, fuck it with a heavy weight
I got the cannon on me now and I won't hesitate
Tell 'em white get tight and pop another pill
I'm man down, back up, better guard your grill
I live life like I rap it, strictly habit
I keep prodding for the addicts, I'm really trappin'
I'm used to spooks, so I probably got the iron on me
I can't tell you where I'm is, could drop a dime on me
And everybody want the money and the power
But me, I want the plug on the drawer and the powder
We came from the rubble, we made it out of nothing
Shot to the top, now the attitude is fucked on
But still (let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob)
(L-L-Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob ya)
See, you can do you, that's just fine
But promise one thing, bitch, I'ma get mine
(Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob)
(L-L-Let me hold some balls before I cut ya and rob ya)
- AZLyrics
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- Jelly Roll Lyrics
album:
"Gamblin On A Whiteboy 4" (2011)
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