SOB X RBE

Sensei
Ayy, ayy, ayy, X, you mothafuckin' slap I'm the master, I'm the boss, I'm the sensei And you was kissin' on that bitch, how my dick taste? I threw some fifties on the buffs, now I'm in shape And I done got my muscle up, boy I don't lift weights You lil' niggas just some monkeys, bitch, we been apes Took me a shot of that Patron, and hit the thizz face And nigga, y'all can keep the streets, I love to get paid And I don't fuck with Android, I need the Ben Franks Nigga, you will end up missed, off a mistake And we the only reason broke niggas skip states Choppa turn a big homie to a big shame If she told you that she loyal, then that bitch fake 5'10", but stand tall like I'm 6'8" Turn her to a super freak, like I'm Rick James And baby lethal with the head like she got six brains Big body hoggin' all the freeway, I'm in six lanes (Bitch) Mind on a million, yeah, I gotta stay focused Hand on the trigger, see a sucker, I'ma blow it All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em Hard body, all that sucker shit, I don't condone it Moncler on, winter time, when it's snowin' We ain't cuffin' hoes, get the neck and let my bro hit Got her pussy wet off these words, I'm a poet Letras de cancionesBut if she got hair on that pussy, I don't want it Young crest nigga, out the mud, I was chosen Up strap and shoot him with this cannon, like he posin' Only thing I hit is bad bitches, my dick golden Used to be my nigga, turned into a king cobra Gas, break, dipped in that big body yolkin' Bitch so thick, from the front, ass pokin' Hit it from the back, leave her fuckin' back broken All these bands, bands, bands on me, I can't fold 'em Nigga And you can get your ass shot tryna act hard I just took the dub in the backyard Never leave the stick, nigga, that part And I know that you a bitch nigga at heart Had the boys on my ass, had to tuck the pole Sent brody on that skit, told 'em up a soul Don't put your love in that bitch, they come and go Sent some shots at that nigga, he tucked and rolled High as fuck behind the wheel with no control Put that Corvette in track, I'm switchin' modes Couldn't keep balance, I spilt the 'Tron And I don't smoke woods, just joints and cones Nigga, free Noonie Mitch, I miss my thug On one-nine with shit, got keep a drum All my niggas uppin' sticks, we don't go ones SOB, RBE, it's the gang or none From Letras Mania