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Wilbert T Robinson
Wilbert T Robinson
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Its your boy on the track Putting the heat to it See em move em Squeeze that thing till his brain oozing You big dummy these big trucks We run through you The muzzle to you At point blank when it hum through you Gloves off now bet im knocking you all off What I call soft plus trash Getting you all tossed Im the big boss anyway See me better run Sci fi watch em levitate When that thing get sprayed This the school of the hard knocks And not college Why acknowledge it Talking tough but I won't buy it Complete silence What they kicking these suckers frying This aint a race You in a run wit a damn tyrant Here to knock yall wigs off Your top come off Maggots on this sick anal Getting your salad tossed Back and on and spit stink With a stiff one for your girl Lipity lip she getting to lick lick Have your chick wide open And aint no sugar coating Just let her suck me dry Until the white choke her Next stroke her surf board or row boat her Titty pinch choke her Them legs spread on the damn sofa These bars unreal hitting the kill switch Still ditch em Dead bodies taking a field trip ya get it Laying in dirt or playing in mud Really he thug More like lady playing in suds Its time for getting it Been dropping for a minute Hear wut yall be kicking Just laughing at you niggaz Cake stack it bigger Revving like a pick up All about them figures Care less about you niggaz You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys So hit the booth and get to blowing Got that oh boy And aint no worries got the blue flame Chicks they loose things When i pull up in that new thing Man I aint with that lame stuff Frivolous talk Kill it if it barks white pigs Legs em trace you in chalk Your type scared nightmares Like you scared of the dark Call it picking thoughts You like the wild leave you stretched in the park Im a savage eating Dudes just has beens Them big black bags you stuff And put in a trash bin This my boat and yall pawns Im the head captain About that action On your chick like a damn mattress Ran outta that time Im cleaning your clock Leaking when he shot Slow roast leave em bleeding in blots That means spots for you dumb dudes Who dont get it So illiterate so sickening I dont get it Pick up a book go learn something Your brain function Instead of being these dumb dumbs Their brains farting So Martian out this world Got bigger portions Skills morphing to something bigger Your shit oyster Guess that means you too small So step on you bugs And watch em splat on the floor Dont care if you thug And anything I gotta say I say to your face And plus what you make Taking half a piece off ya plats Its time for getting it Been dropping for a minute Hear wut yall be kicking Just laughing at you niggaz Cake stack it bigger Revving like a pick up All about them figures Care less about you niggaz You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys So hit the booth and get to blowing Got that oh boy And aint no worries got the blue flame Chicks they loose things When i pull up in that new thing These bars dont end You boys punching a time clock Ticking time bomb slow creep Hitting your blind spot Now i got em Like a lady in apple bottoms Her titties wobble Milk the chick for a baby bottle Been the man hard loose weapon Now who stepping Long arm stretch em Like im giving out pool sessions Who testing this hard Your crew tensive Not worth a mention Think you belong in the kids section With them abc raps youre childs play Ill ghostwrite for you These other losers they downgrades You know the saying you dummy Why settle for less When guns in west burn slow Let it melt in chest One to your neck fist fight Arm break like a stem Put em to bed quite scared Like he talk to the dead Numero uno Nam a homie that you know Hotter than this If you do giving cudos Highly doubt it cuz musically One of a kind A needle in a haystack Except much harder to find Ahead of my time Probably thinking im loosing my mind The way they designed You do your best to keep up wit these lines Its time for getting it Been dropping for a minute Hear wut yall be kicking Just laughing at you niggaz Cake stack it bigger Revving like a pick up All about them figures Care less about you niggaz You see its real trying to get it like them dope boys So hit the booth and get to blowing Got that oh boy And aint no worries got the blue flame Chicks they loose things When i pull up in that new thing
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