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sob x rbe - game over lyrics
[verse 1: daboii]
sob the gang gettin’ (?) no info
cartier wearin’ nappy head that’ll get dough
the chopper be like 64, i spent a band and get mo’
tints on my face and i ain’t talkin’ about a window
have my n-gg- slide with that 40, he be trippin’
40 with a big stick, that chopper that’s a big kick
came with two straps, one p-ss like it’s slick rick
and two chains on so i’m guessin’ that i’m different
walked in my closet and my kingdom was discovery
yo’ b-tch, that’s the same b-tch who be in love with me
ferragamo, had them b-tches wonderin’ is he cuffin’ me
i’m runnin’ up a check and all my n-gg-s they gon’ run with me
a snake in my circle, cut him off i cannot f-ck with that
30 clip no tuckin’ that, false move i’m buckin’ that
d-ck a b-tch down and you cannot get her up with that
the chopper get to spittin’, have a n-gg- doin’ jumping jacks
[verse 2: slimmy b]
i hopped out that van with that k and let ’em have it
223 stretch a n-gg- body like elastic
i told her to slide and bend it over like gymnastics
i f-ck bad b-tches, you f-ck ducks like daffy
big north polo, big body four door
i drive it like a stolo, ridin’ around solo
ever catch me slippin’, ha n-gg- that’s a no no
big 40 make a n-gg- lean like a cholo
i hopped out that gucci, hopped in some louis
i hopped out a benz, b-tch you hopped out a hoopty
got n-gg-s mad cause their b-tches wanna do me
but it ain’t sh-t to me so i let them hoes screw me
all about a check if she broke you can have her
make money as a trapper b-tch not as a rapper
aim or no aim cudi it don’t really matter when yo’ clip hold a hundred and that b-tch on automatic
[verse 3: yhung to]
white golds in my mouth talkin’ cash sh-t
we actin’, bounce out and let a n-gg- have it
two cellphones, one for my b-tch and one for that (?)
she was tryna get it lit like a blunt so i p-ssed it
flexin’, i swear to god a n-gg- love flexin’
once you spent it on a whip, i went and spent it on a necklace
you n-gg-s actin’ but you really just the extras
and one phone call my shooters check you off that checklist
n-gg-s love typin’ on that mink sh-t
blind to a broke b-tch, i can’t see sh-t
shout out my exes that said i wouldn’t be sh-t
i don’t f-ck with them trues, that’s that weak sh-t
you with that sucka sh-t, bad i might cut that sh-t
tryna get her back, mickey d she be lovin’ me
we aim and you duck with every n-gg- that you f-ckin’ with
sob, rbe the only n-gg-s that i’m f-ckin’ with
gang
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