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(Lil' Rob) Quando el dia se converte noche Wacha las chiespas que volan del coche Lil' Rob is un locote Thought I was done? Fuck no I won't let it go See I made you what you are putos And everybody knows Don't try to hide what's so obvious Without Lil' Rob around you got no audience Your fucking fraudulent you lost your common sense Not just a little bit but all of it Heard you got an Album coming out Puto what'chu calling it? Featuring Lil' Rob the way you sell the mother fucker Check the bar codes the one with scan well you ain't got those Cause of The wrong mind you cross the wrong line ?? Ready to happen and your standing on my fucking fault line Got some bullets in the cartage do some damage to your cartilage Dia de tu muerte silent like your cuete Cause you wants you shit you bought that shit just for a sound prop Click Click that's all you hear is Click Click and no shots (Lil' Rob)(Chorus) Somebody call the cops Cause Lil' Rob won't stop Somebody call the cops Letras de cancionesCause Lil' Rob won't stop Somebody call the cops Cause Lil' Rob won't stop Somebody call the cops Somebody call the cops (Lil' Rob) Hey fat boy you drop something A fucking dime you fucking swine Rather have my pride than run and hide Thought you were a gangster Thought you knew the rules There's a fork up in your road puto Which one you gonna chose? Whichever way it is Guarantee your gonna lose I know your move before you make it Leaving you confused How can the fuck do I know what I do It's not that hard to find out info Cause no one likes you Everybody that I talk to Wants to see your downfall Knocking you out left and right And I'm boxing southpaw You run cause you're a rat Not cause you're an outlaw I just can't get over it You couldn't be more of a bitch Say nobody likes me? Shit I don't like nobody They're a bunch of backstabbers Not to mention whack rappers Where's all the real homeboys at? I don't see none bitch you cut Your pony tail Puto so you could be one (Lil' Rob) Fool you just a phony never was a homie You are what you eat Full of fucking baloney Though your name is Tony Your no, Tony Mandana Don't get brave like Atlanta Won't exist just like Santa I'm not even worried About what'chu might do I'll be waiting with a German Named G-42 And that's some heavy artillery You think your killing me I know your fucking feeling me Y saves que puto? Let the fucking war begin I guarantee that I won't stop until I fucking win Smiley faces sometimes they don't tell the truth Smiley faces tell lies and I got proof, the proof is you Whatchu gonna do when your covers blown And your stupid fat asses are sitting all alone and Carmen comes to get'cha? Carmen's just a bitch Just like you, you have no fucking clue what I can do to you! (Chorus) From Letras Mania