a house I'm a house nigga She bad [Kidd Kidd] Yeah K-I double D Got the baddest bitch like Trina with me Yeah, my shawty bad, got them other hoes mad
deep, thats when she run she rob me, with no gun i held her with no ??????? last night though, we had big fun when she mad she say "no son" but when im mad
and went in daytime It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes Don't lend, niggas mad
Chorus x2) Styles P: If you forgot my name or my style i'm the ghost with the hornet flow and corner style with a piece of shit car With two 45's bout to rob
came here for, this is 354 What you tryna get some gas or some shit from the store But nobody asked these motherfuckers what do they want It was bitin, mad
music like that Make them big fine hoes shake they booty like that Like 21 row scrap wit Lil Boosie it like that Play mad games wit me, I'll do ya like
the car, I got hash in the car Look at ass they chick, I got ass in they jar I'm tired of these hoes tryin' to tell Kwon to go and rob I'm a gangsta
body, I am rough kid Black Rob, we are Black Rob, uh, uh Black Rob, we are Black Rob, uh uh Black Rob, we are Black Rob, uh, uh Black Rob, we are Black Rob
Featuring mark curry & mario winans Yeah Uhh, uh oh, startin to feel this, startin to feel it [black rob] Yo who these cats think they is, takin they
pelle pelle Blew the spot down and slid straight to the tele I see envious eyes, envious guys, different states Mad we seen 'em, different cake Rob
Uhh, yeah, c'mon, Black Rob Where Black Rob at? PD world tourer, Harlem horror We back Yeah, ya, ya, y'all thought we was gonna stay away for a long time
about guidelines Do what I wanna do, when I wanna do it You-you ain't like what I'm doin', you ain't got to I ain't mad at ya, but eventually You gon
ramping I'm ready for all out war them man are lying on the floor camping said keep it professional, Skepta forget the mad ting I just say Candyman five
give it to me Hand it to me bandit, bandit, be a man Tuck me undercover lover hover on my planet lover mad habits mad for havoc gotta have it Planned
just taped over your demo with my song Gagged Cisco with his thong I ain't kiddin' I'm filled with lil pills of Ritalin riddle middle men To rob Bailey
said, I'm not gonna fuckin' kill you Don't kill me Hurry the fuck up Thank you Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it So when I rob a bank, run
You know what's makin' me mad? Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y