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jayy grams - rap robbery كلمات الأغنية

jayy:
aye von take lil what ever out back & ima grab the 9 too

von:
ard dummy tape young what’s his name up when you get back

jayy:
already

(verse 1)
ayo f-ck a mumble rapper on god, spit another track
barely zapping, ima leave you dead with ya squad
them amateur bars talking bout sniffing static, n-gg-
concepts misleading what the f-ck is you an addict n-gg-?
i’ve had it n-gg-, so i’ll address the elephant
trump is out here taunting countries, laughing for the h-ll of it
rappers out here wearing dresses that confuses h-ll of kids
and no one seems to care unless it’s socially relevant
that sh-t is pathetic shiddd, i ain’t hating
to all you mumble cats it’s really cool, i’m glad you made it
instead of popping mega molly pops and getting faded
how bout you focus on your genre stop and get acquainted
you n-gg-s shameless, i’m robbing you for fans
yea i’m robbing front ya mans
yea i’m robbing you for the spot
yea i’m robbing you in a van
yea i’m robbing to the top
yea that shotty give you a tan
but you ain’t robbing me, n-gg- this a rap robbery

hook:
gotta pre rolled blunt and a pen to the side of me
the glock is in the holster cause this a rap robbery
gotta pre rolled blunt and a pen to the side of me
the glock is in the holster cause this a rap robbery
this, this, this is a rap robbery
this, this, this is a rap robbery
this, this, this is a rap robbery
this, this, this is a rap robbery

(verse 2)
lyrically robbing lil pump with his toolie, lil ___, lil uzi
yachty called the lil boat then f-ck it then we going cruising
let me just predict the future, what a time to be alive
molly percocets, overdosing and then you die but;
you kiddies thrive on these types i must admit it
they topping charts making these hits, counting them digits
glorifying these guys because the sh-t that they do
and out here living broke, they don’t give a sh-t about you
got sh-t on my shoes from stomping lames out, toss grenades out
i couldn’t bring the aim out, the cartridge at my dame house
a narcissist to my homies jayy grams is all i claim now
i use my pen just like a weapon gun on the page (blow)
i’m just a nifty wiz giving fake news the biz
people try to justify it now i’m just a stick up kid
i don’t beef with n-body you can say hi to me
now kick it out or get b-tch slapped cause this a robbery

(outro)
jayy:
y’all n-gg-s know how we coming man
lowfi the muhf-ckin movement you feel me
i never hate another n-gg-s hustle
but it seem like these half brain dead n-gg-s disrespecting hip hop
and i don’t i respect that at all

von:
n-gg-s makin this b-tch look bad forreal
but my n-gg- jayy addressing all that stuff forreal
you know how my dummy comin, keep this sh-t a whole stack you feel me?
y’all can’t f-ck wit it

- jayy grams

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