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sob x rbe - all facts not 1 opinion كلمات الأغنية

[intro: slimmy b]
rbe x sob
lil’ n-gga (ah), lil’ n-gga (ah, ah), lil’ n-gga (ah, ah, ah)

[verse 1: daboii]
me and slimmy back to back you n-ggas in trouble (lil’ n-gga)
the glock wit’ me, two-toned the clip on a puzzle
diamonds on us drippy drip, they thinkin’ we puddles
she gon’ see the other side of me for thinkin’ i cuddle

[verse 2: slimmy b]
and when she see the other side she gon’ see a demon (see a demon)
she fell in love wit’ this d-ck ’cause i go the deepest (go the deepest)
see a sucka and i’m tripin’, i don’t need a reason (need a reason)
n-gga fire wit’ this chop f-ck a vest, you gon’ need jesus (boom, boom, boom, boom)

[verse 3: daboii]
a couple strokes from the back she gon’ need a breather (she gon’ need a breather)
a b-tch ain’t gettin’ sh-t from me, not a piece of pizza
watch my relationship wit’ god, i’m gon’ need a preacher
feelin’ froggy n-gga jump, n-gga get to leapin’

[verse 4: slimmy b]
i don’t want that fake love, n-gga you can keep it (keep it)
givin’ love to the b-tch, i just f-ck and leave her (nerd)
you can catch me in the field like i’m jeepers creepers
keep on playin’ wit’ yo’ life, you gon’ need the reaper

[verse 5: daboii]
oh you on my head? then knock it off my shoulders (shoulders)
a gleeky on him while he leanin’ make that n-gga sober (make ’em sober)
my future gettin’ brighter, but death been movin’ closer
i got the info from the b-tch, lil’ bro you shouldn’t had told her (nerd)
b-tch play one game wit’ me then the game is over (game over)
my whole gang delivers smoke, n-gga place a order
they ask me am i feelin’ fine? yeah, kinda sorta
and yeah you the big homie but yo’ money shorter

[verse 6: slimmy b]
light show up on my neck, ain’t no chain tuckin’ (nope)
masked up, pull a skit, we don’t say nothin’ (boom, boom)
wanna be up in this gang, you gotta spray somethin’
and if you wanna be my b-tch you gotta pay somethin’ (b-tch)
everybody gotta die, know my day comin’
strictly only brothers, like i hate cousins
all my old hoes, you n-ggas stay lovin’
need to get yo’ -ss a badge, ’cause you stay cuffin’ (cop)

[verse 7: daboii]
b-tch get up off my d-ck, this don’t belong to you (don’t belong to you)
in the lab cookin’ naw b-tch, i won’t make no song for you
they mournin’ me, i’m tired of this sh-t lord how long were you?
where the ‘woods at, naw i will not hit no bong wit’ you (where da kush?)
uh, sorry… uh, not sorry
sayin’ that baby mine, b-tch sound dumb, call maury
naw i’m playin’, take this pill, that’s a problem solved
get that situated then a new d-ck she’ll be hoppin’ on (ha, b-tch)

[verse 8: slimmy b]
i’m a funny n-gga, you a bummy n-gga
ruth’s chris got me lookin’ like a chubby n-gga
you would text a b-tch all day, lovey-dovey n-gga
i’m a slide through and put it in her tummy n-gga
and i hate a broke b-tch that be actin’ rich (broke b-tch)
speakin’ down on my name so i can’t have the b-tch
all these hundreds in my pockets, i’ll bag the b-tch (blues)
ain’t no sympathy for hoes, i’ll slap a b-tch (b-tch)

[verse 9: daboii]
and if you thinkin’ i’m a l!ck then you lack education
why i smoke so d-mn much? that’s my medication
and i ain’t puttin’ down the mic ’cause i’m dedicated
yeah, was married to the glock, skit got pulled then we got separated

[verse 10: slimmy b]
it’s a lot of chops in this b-tch wit’ me (in this b-tch wit’ me)
it’s a lot of glocks in this b-tch wit’ me (in this b-tch wit’ me)
act dumb, you’ll get popped in this b-tch wit’ me (in this b-tch wit’ me)
g23, i got lebron in this b-tch wit’ me (in this b-tch wit’ me)

[verse 11: daboii & slimmy b]
and i’ll bust a whole nut on yo’ b-tch t-tties (on yo’ b-tch t-tties)
and if you livin’ off the b-tch, then you tim timmy (then you tim timmy)
like a blind man i got a stick wit’ me (got a stick wit’ me)
my b-tch a goddess you be f-ckin’ on them miss piggy’s
penalty, 3 yards, b-tch ya breath stink (breath stank)
d-ck so good, baby wanna make a s-x tape (make a s-x tape)
the only p-ss i’m givin’ ops is the f grade (f grade)
and this choppa flip a n-gga like a pancake, b-tch

[outro: slimmy b & daboii]
n-gga, all facts and not one opinion
all facts and not one opinion
all facts and not one opinion
want smoke? yeah we want all of that ay
n-gga, all facts and not one opinion
n-gga, all facts and not one opinion
ha, n-gga, all facts, d-ck so good i’ll blow yo’ b-tch back lil’ n-gga
uh all facts, ha ha all facts, ha ha all facts
ha ha all facts, ah ah all facts, ah ah all facts, ah n-gga

- sob x rbe

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