Rob49 – ILY Lyrics

Rob49 – ILY Letras, Lyrics: Rob49 – ILY [Official Visualizer]

I love you for my life

Yeah
This ain’t how shit posed to be with us and I regret it
I let weapons form against me prosper I shouldn’t’ve let it
I don’t know if I did so much wrong that God wanna see me perish
I don’t know if it’s these pills or not but I’m still in my feelings
You my dawg and I still love you if you let me I’ll fix it
It was lit when I was living fast but I know what come with it
It been killin’ me ‘cause they been tryna tell me I ain’t listen
I been living day-to-day so I couldn’t see the bigger picture, yeah

Imma get these demons off
Just give me time to get back right before I fuck this up
Shit I won’t say that I can’t say ‘cause if I do I’m done
But if you know you know I feel my past
Creeping up but I ain’t shit ‘cause it’s my fault

Please God please just let me fix it for the last time
I realized they don’t wanna see me win lord
I realized they don’t wanna see a star shine

Only thing gonna make this better is talking to my daddy
He the only one that know shit that I can’t tell nobody
I wish I could tell my momma what’s going on inside
‘Cause my mental fucked up and I feel like I lost my mind

Please God please just let me fix it for the last time
I realized they don’t wanna see me win, Lord
I realized they don’t wanna see a star shine

Love you
A star shine

Yeah

This ain’t how shit posed to be with us and I regret it
I let weapons form against me prosper I shouldn’t’ve let it
I don’t know if I did so much wrong that God wanna see me perish
I don’t know if it’s these pills or not but I’m still in my feelings
You my dawg and I still love you if you let me I’ll fix it
It was lit when I was living fast but I know what come with it
It been killin’ me ‘cause they been tryna tell me I ain’t listen
I was living day-to-day so I couldn’t see the bigger picture, yeah

All you ever gave was love but I feel like my exes
Gave you hatred in return I never showed remorse
But what I did was young and dumb
That energy don’t ever lie we all know it wouldn’t I can feel this in my stomach
And my mind been racing lately
I need some protection from my Lord and Savior
I know I fucked up but I’m your daughter’s favorite
If this what come with rap I wish I never made it

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Rob49 – Future Hendrix Lyrics

Rob49 – Future Hendrix [ Lyrics ] Letra ROB49 Rob49 – Future Hendrix [ Lyrics ]
That’s my blood brother

We ain’t beefing about no hoes we fuck them hoes together
I gifted PJ the new Trackhawk real fly fella

I feel like I’m Future Hendrix 2016
Stuck them racks up in my pocket fuckin’ them thotties every day
Flew them pounds back from Cali bringin’ em where my sister stay
Money bustin’ out the bank I just spent $200k

Yeah, bad hoe getter, real p pusher, bad hoe fucker
I get turned up when that G6 poppin’, yeah
And they know my name in the trenches with a blade, yeah
Say something ‘bout my gang tryna stab him in his face, yeah

Every time I eat they get a slice, yeah
Every time I pop one its get me out my body
Adderall just bustin’ I can’t fight it, yeah
Call me soaker som’ I know that pink pussy like me

Pink pussy fitness all blue hunnids
49 gettin’ money in the trenches with my gun on me, yeah
AP flooded big face busting nigga, yeah

Yeah she know I’m a dog but she gone stay, yeah
Long as a nigga give her what she want she say she straight
I know the wanna see me lose they drinking hater-ade
All them niggas fake at least that’s what my daddy say

Big 49 the muscle I’m a fresh street legend, yeah
Way she throw it back make me wanna leave something in her
If she Gucci, I salute her
If she pretty, imma kiss her
If she fine, I think imma waste my time for that pussy, yeah

That’s my blood brother
We ain’t beefing about no hoes we fuck them hoes together
I gifted PJ the new Trackhawk real fly fella

I feel like I’m Future Hendrix 2016
Stuck them racks up in my pocket fuckin’ them thotties everyday
Flew them pounds back from Cali bringin’ em where my sister stay
Money bustin’ out the bank I just spent $200k

Yeah, bad hoe getter, real p pusher, bad hoe fucker
I get turned up when that G6 poppin’, yeah
And they know my name in the trenches with a blade, yeah
Say something ‘bout my gang tryna stab him in his face, yeah

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Rob49 – Homebody Lyrics

Rob49 – Homebody [ Lyrics Lyrics] Letra ROB49 Rob49 – Homebody [ Lyrics Lyrics]
When I’m in Miami foreign whip go panorama
Fuckin’ them together we treat bad hoes like a sandwich
Trippin’ off liquor we make bad hoes pop that pussy
I know she a savage she recordin’ it while I’m hittin’ it

Keep that bum ass nigga from out our business love
Keep yo bum ass friends from out our business please
Yeah I get a flight right now for you and your friends and them
Tryna come introduce you to my city

We on weed we on pills we on lean
We on drugs we on drugs we on drugs
Yeah, bad bitch wanna come rip me out my jeans
That’s why I’m nigga imma put some in the blunt
Yeah I done let that liquor turn me slut you
You done let that liquor turn you up I see alright
Every time we walk in we the ones
I like that green but I’m in love with blue hundreds nigga
Yeah

When I’m in Miami foreign whip go panorama
Fuckin’ them together we treat bad hoes like a sandwich
Trippin’ off liquor we make bad hoes pop that pussy
I know she a savage she recordin’ it while I’m hittin’ it

Keep that bum ass nigga from out our business love
Keep yo bum ass friends from out our business please
Yeah I get a flight right now for you and your friends and them
Tryna to come introduce you to my city

You my baby hun
You know good girls who don’t come outside get cheated on
You know when we come to your city we turn your city up
You know SR wasn’t enough we want the VVS huh
Them ain’t no VVS huh

Girl come outside now
I’m tryna come buss you down
I’m tryna go round for round
I’m tryna go tit for tat
I’m treatin’ the sex like safety net
Uh uh no strings attached
Alright I’m outside where you at alright
I’m makin’ my haters mad
Yeah

When I’m in Miami foreign whip go panorama
Fuckin’ them together we treat bad hoes like a sandwich
Trippin’ off liquor we make bad hoes pop that pussy
I know she a savage she recordin’ it while I’m hittin’ it

Keep that bum ass nigga from out our business love
Keep yo bum ass friends from out our business please
Yeah I get a flight right now for you and your friends and them
Tryna to come introduce you to my city

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Rob49 – Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy Lyrics

Rob49 – Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy [ Lyrics ] Letra ROB49 Rob49 – Pimpin’ Ain’t Easy [ Lyrics Lyrics]
Yeah keep telling them bitches I’m done with trapping I ain’t going back
But if he got some good numbers on za I’m flood they ass
Took that risk and I got rich I know they mad I got that bag
Step on necks don’t let them breath and I was turnt before this rap

And I ain’t get my point across
Think they know me big 49 he gone get them off
The biggest boss I say that shit cause I ain’t take no fronts
Buy her whatever she want the vc8 the engine in the back the trunk inside the front

CPN bought him a new whip flexin’ hard as shit
Beat his case going back again but I CPN
I ain’t never show no fear I talk that shit I really live
This fit cost ten thousand dollars imma wear this for a year

I heard jeezy fought the seals
My uncle pimp taught me to play hoes that’s why we call him pimp
If it ain’t about that cash about that bag don’t move your lips
I fly her out she ain’t from here I got her off my plate
Say who said pimpin’ wasn’t easy

Bitch it’s something ‘bout them niggas that I don’t like
Bitch it’s something about them niggas every time they come out make me tight
He make that face and big 49 can tell he lyin’
Say he trapping say he moving bowls but I know niggas broke

Made a couple chops now he think he Chapo
On God still hustling with that white like I sell debaco
Hundred thousand dollars I can count that with my eyes close
I was payin’ for that sauce that’s why I always charge them

Big 49
Biggest in this shit
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Rob49 – Skeme ft. G Herbo Lyrics

Rob49 – Skeme ft. G Herbo [Official Video] Lyrics
Yeah
Here we go again
Life was all fat mamma house so she couldn’t see my vision
Go ask lil bro I broke the law I flew pounds in my city
I’m in the Lamb truck gettin’ my dick sucked
Light skin dark skin I won’t give a fuck

Let me know some
Two hoes slid on me but I want 3 I need a foursome
I already got a hoe I don’t want no hoe talkin’ bout she wholesome
I don’t need no more clout hoe watch your mouth always tryna post some

Keep my Glock on me I hop out front seat tryna smoke some
Keep the questions I don’t know nothin’
Glizzy don’t need a beam but like a green dot bitch you know it’s comin’
Soon as we leave his team
We just gon’ flee the scene
My shooters score with ease
We don’t even need a screen

Yeah my shooter score with ease
Soon as he see me squeeze
Run my town in a matte black truck with 5% tint with skis on
I be trying to uh get in her pants get in the end zone
I be trying to uh trap all day like a trap star

On my grind but I don’t skate
Ask me should I plead the fifth
Get a big check on the first
Yeah I love but I don’t need her
I was down bad but I turnt up quick got that win again
Losses turned to lessons I’m the truth they can’t do this shit

And I’m scheming hard niggas know I’m a problem
I be in the projects bro serve Oxycodone
He be playing with that white shit like he be serving Coca Cola
I be I be I be keepin’ my pistol like I’m poster

I be quick to get on a nigga ass like he owe some
Broski riding Jag do the dash like he stole some
We don’t even pull up Jags ridin’ new ones like the old ones
Fuckin’ up that sack buying platinum like it’s gold

I be I be quick to slut a bitch she don’t mean nun
Then get drunk and text her phone quick like I need some
You can’t talk like you love these hoes I don’t either
Feed her dick and then she call me piss I won’t feed her

She don’t even trip
On my neck a kit
On my right a brick
In my left a switch
I make bitches lit
So I left her lit
I got with her rich
So I left her rich

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Lyrics Rob49 ft. Peezy – Let Me Know

Lyrics Rob49 ft. Peezy – Let Me Know

Rob49 ft. Peezy – Let Me Know (Official Video) Lyrics

Yeah, let me know, 400,000 in a month
I think God made this shit happen cause that four my lucky number
Yeah let them know that ain’t the engine that’s the trunk
Thanking God, he made it happen, I made 1 million last month

Yeah, he made million last month but he still touchin’ Fetty Wap
Only thing I touch is weed so that’s the difference between us
She don’t trust me well fuck her I ain’t given them bitches nothin’
Only thing I’m gon’ do re up then go trap a lil harder yeah

Let me know some
You ever trap with marijuana, let me know some
You ever bought a bitch a Prada, let me know some
You ever paid for a bitch body, let me know some
Yeah

I did, I done paid for a bitch body
If I want a hoe she mine dawgy I don’t care if she no thottie
I’m in Cleveland after my show, I got em chasing me through the lobby
Shittin’ on them I need a potty
Kickin’ shit just like karate
I’m a Scorpio I’m stiff as hell I don’t fuck with everybody
I love my young bitch cause she loyal and she don’t fuck with everybody
I hop out fresh as hell new Louis shit all white just like Yo Gotti
Independent just like young Dolph with 20 Ms you know I’m signin’
Been neglecting my relationship at home I’m on the road
Ain’t got time to please my bitch I’m getting thirty for a show
Just my post up at the store I’m just a trapper I can’t go
I can’t be out there too long the police still be takin’ pictures
We was young as hell with glizzies, ridin’ round with pitchers
Spin your block and catch our victims
Smoke yo ass just like a Swisher
If this rap shit don’t work I’m going to get back in my kitchen
Still can post up on my block and sell my dope so I ain’t trippin

Let me know some
You ever trap with marijuana, let me know some
You ever bought a bitch a Prada, let me know some
You ever paid for a bitch body, let me know some
Yeah

Yeah, let me know
I’m still fussin’ with my hoe
I be sneakin’ when I’m outside I can’t bring her to my shows
Treat my young hoe like she grown, she get money and she turnt
I’m a Pisces so I peep all that lil fuck shit niggas doing
Poppin’ shit like GloRilla sauced up lookin’ like a nugget
Solitaires on my left arm look like Cinderella boogers
Yeah Izzy did this two hundred thousand for the kit
Took a lot of losses try to win it is what it is
Put my trust in all my guys I pray they don’t let me down
Every time they come around I can’t stand them niggas vibes
I’ve been trapping out of town Imma get my money right
Murders all around this bitch treat my city like Iraq nigga

Yeah
I’m trying to rap and stop the trap
I told bro that Imma stop once I touch this last pack
Only listen to my daddy when he say them niggas rats
You ain’t got the black and white to keep 49 out the mix
Know they told you that I’m up and I’m taking care the hood
I got Turkish like the turkey drive them niggas never know it
I ain’t gotta say nothin’ I just chill and lay back
I’m a quiet cool nigga but I still will pop a hat

Let me know some
You ever trap with marijuana, let me know some
You ever bought a bitch a Prada, let me know some
You ever paid for a bitch body, let me know some
Yeah

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