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lil harold - robbin season lyrics

[intro]
uh huh
uh huh
uh huh

[verse 1]
black air ones is what i got on
i’ll rob a n_gga down with his ice on
i’ll slap a n_gga out, put the tax on
i’ll buss all in her mouth she got a big tongue
they say its robbing season for the real k!llas
the real hittas
the young n_ggas
big pistol, it k!ll n_ggas
i don’t got time for no freak b_tch
but im
uh huh huh
21, 21
h dawg b_tch i like to walk sh_t
trey 5 7 like to talk sh_t
if eddie kane was out here you better hide b_tch
it ain’t no in between sh_t so free the guys b_tch
first gun that i tote, it was a thirty round
first rhyme that i wrote, i made a hundred thou’
big nuke had the coke, until we robbed him down
a lot of ops had jokes until we put em down
p_ssy
see there was this young n_gga right
i f_ckеd with this young n_gga
but my brother was telling me thе whole time
the n_gga had some p_ssy sh_t in his blood
dumb ass n_gga

[verse 2]
the n_gga wanna beef bout a b_tch i don’t do
n_ggas get on songs make diss, i’m gone shoot
this n_gga be pouting like a trick
how you gangsta but got feds in yo mix
i don’t want smoke with no snitch n_gga
you don’t bang 4l you ride d_ck n_gga
you put money on my head then send a blitz n_gga
triple cross his ass out cause i’m rich n_gga

i got tommy guns n_gga
i i that n_gga used to be my son n_gga
while i punch em down make him run n_gga
punch his ass out

old b_tch ass n_gga
old hoe ass n_gga

- lil harold lyrics

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