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yg - how to rob a rapper كلمات الأغنية

[intro: yg]
welcome to the mind of a motherf_ckin’ maniac
pray for me y’all, uh

[verse 1: yg]
stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
this for all my broke real n_ggas
who squeeze triggers but they don’t pay you to be active
peep game, i’ma teach you how to rob a rapper
catch a n_gga lackin’, he slackin’ on ig live
he gon’ show his whereabouts on accident, he be high
he gon’ show the jewels he wearin’ and the car that he drive
stupid n_gga showed the same location three times
and it seem like every friday, after eight
he flex crustation menus, he like to date
sit it out in the front, catch him at the valet
never mind, it’s beverly hills, you don’t wanna catch no case
scratch that, bick back, he gon’ slip up again
gotta make it count so you gotta score to win
don’t get frustrated, it’s complicated, he always with his friends
look, there he go, by himself slippin’, he in that benz
(n_gga gotta record, you b_tch_ass n_gga)
[chorus: yg]
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob

[verse 2: mozzy]
ayy, we gon’ use a dummy page to hit his management
i’ma need your artist on my album, what’s the damages?
i got the cameraman with me, let’s shoot a movie too
before i hung up on homie, told him it’s bulletproof
they on the way, call the gang and put ’em on the play
the watch alone without the stones and go for forty k
slide luxury under, with minnesota plates
youngin in the back lookin’ sketchy, he never show his face
there they go in that burban, let him through the gate
finna bounce out on him, ’til i told him “wait”
we gon’ let him get bomfortable ‘fore we strip his ass
nah, never mind, n_gga, let’s get this bag, what’s happenin’?
run the pieces, concurrent, lil’ n_gga, give me that
or you gon’ have to eat this fifty pack, yeah
f_ck the cuban, they callin’ to get the tennis back
already sold, it ain’t no gettin’ it back, ah
[chorus: yg & d3szn]
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob (ayy, ayy, let me get blood)

[verse 3: d3szn]
these rappers wanna come to the bricks and flash chips
in the hood, we was structured for robbin’ and field trips
it was a friday, the perfect time to hit a l!ck
you tryna use the hood for clout on time, we plottin’ on your sh_t
i see ’em pull up, i chuck the hood up, you know you good, blood
sic the homegirls on ’em, n_gga, make ’em think it’s hood love
and he ain’t bang the gang, so you know that it’s a stickup
you better pay the homies ‘fore you try to come fl!ck up
okay, it’s time to make a move on this n_gga
give me all your sh_t or, b_tch, i’m pullin’ the trigger
i need that chain, the watch and all the cash you got
don’t be thinkin’ sh_t sweet when you pull up on my block
take the jewelry to the plaza, turned the jewels to some guap
i could teach you how to rob, i could teach you how to flock
this bounty hunter watts and we ain’t givin’ no passes
if he move funny, better blast it (blast it)
[chorus: yg]
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob
i could teach you how to rob a rapper
i could teach you how to rob

- yg

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