RobLo - Bonus Track (Song 4 U) lyrics

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RobLo - Bonus Track (Song 4 U) lyrics

Acid, booze, and a**, needles, guns, and gra** Acid, booze, and a**, needles, guns, and gra**, lots of There is a song for you There is a song for you There is a song for you *stutter* There is, there is [Verse 1: Mac Dre] They say Benzes roll, Beamers jet, and Caddies keep on dippin' Well, I must be trippin', I'm in a old-school pie flippin' Sellin' them high, gyppin', tendin' to my pimpin' Times slippin', late, I'm on my way Not enough hours in the day to be Dre I'm el presidente, I run tings Tote gun things and never run from things Braveheart but I'm not Mel Gibson I'm dope like coke that was cooked in the kitchen Dabbin' revolution, stab it and I'm goosin' Mini-me laptops, many beats that knock Lotsa hemp, lobster, not shrimp Big prawns maybe, I pimps on baby Always shoppin', no more hall moppin' Hella Nikes with Gucci, hella nights with coochie [Verse 2: PSD] I tell baby play Casper Be friendly ghost on 'em, after you host on 'em She a team player, I play coach on 'em Like a doobie in a joint, play roach on 'em Won't smoke on 'em If it ain't dollalala-lalala lotsa notes on 'em C status, won't holla till it's G status I'm cutthoat, Three-C savage Whatever me want, me have it, see me lavish Your trash might be cash, gimme that, b**h Like lil mama in labor, I push puss That's real talk, all scrill talk, cuz cuz Rather f** then cut One G, ah nah, b**h, wasn't enough And to this day, won't love, won't get paid And for you, here a song like the b**h say [Verse 3: Dubee] Now, I could talk a b**h brain out her noggin And slide across thin ice like toboggans Wizzle be a fool 'fore we get to smobbin' b**h, quit sobbin', get a trick dick throbbin' Now, you could be a sidekick like Batman and Robin On all-star, pimp sh**, that beat got her bobbin' Her head, don't stop, like she keep on noddin' And all I do is collect and sell the product I knock a Baywatch b**h dipped in Prada And still check all of it, every dollar And I don't even call but they hear me holla And yeah that b**h trained to run game on scholars Get it for your father or don't even bother A b**h circuits overload, I won't stop her b**h nonstop, hold up, robotic And every piece of dough that b**h touch, I got it

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