All Facts Not 1 Opinion (Explicit)
SOB x RBE (DaBoii)"All Facts Not 1 Opinion (Explicit)" es una canción de SOB x RBE (DaBoii), 2018, Pop. La canción dura 3:27, 97 lines / 837 words.
Letra
0:00RBE x SOB
0:02Lil' n***a (ah), lil' n***a (ah, ah), lil' n***a (ah, ah, ah)
0:10Me and Slimmy back to back you niggas in trouble (lil' nigga)
0:13The Glock wit' me, two-toned the clip on a puzzle
0:15Diamonds on us drippy drip, they thinkin' we puddles
0:17She gon' see the other side of me for thinkin' I cuddle
0:20And when she see the other side
0:21She gon' see a demon (see a demon)
0:22She fell in love wit' this dick
0:24'Cause I go the deepest (go the deepest)
0:25See a sucka and I'm tripin',
0:26I don't need a reason (need a reason)
0:27Nigga fire wit' this chop f**k a vest,
0:29You gon' need Jesus (boom, boom, boom, boom)
0:30A couple strokes from the back
0:31She gon' need a breather (she gon' need a breather)
0:33A B***h ain't gettin' s**t from me, not a piece of pizza
0:35Watch my relationship wit' God, I'm gon' need a preacher
0:38Feelin' froggy n***a jump, n***a get to leapin'
0:40I don't want that fake love, n***a you can keep it (keep it)
0:43Givin' love to the bitch, I just f**k and leave her (nerd)
0:45You can catch me in the field like I'm Jeepers Creepers
0:48Keep on playin' wit' yo' life, you gon' need the reaper
0:50Oh you on my head? Then knock it off my shoulders (shoulders)
0:53A gleeky on him while he leanin'
0:54Make that n***a sober (make 'em sober)
0:55My future gettin' brighter, but death been movin' closer
0:58I got the info from the bitch,
0:59Lil' bro you shouldn't had told her (nerd)
1:00Bitch play one game wit' me then the game is over (game over)
1:03My whole gang delivers smoke, n***a place a order
1:05They ask me am I feelin' fine? Yeah, kinda sorta
1:08And yeah you the big homie but yo' money shorter
1:10Light show up on my neck, ain't no chain tuckin' (nope)
1:13Masked up, pull a skit, we don't say nothin' (boom, boom)
1:15Wanna be up in this gang, you gotta spray somethin'
1:18And if you wanna be my B***h you gotta pay somethin' (bitch)
1:20Everybody gotta die, know my day comin'
1:23Strictly only brothers, like I hate cousins
1:26All my old hoes, you niggas stay lovin'
1:28Need to get yo' ass a badge, 'cause you stay cuffin' (cop)
1:31Bitch get up off my dick,
1:32This don't belong to you (don't belong to you)
1:33In the lab cookin' naw bitch,
1:34I won't make no song for you
1:36They mournin' me,
1:36I'm tired of this s**t Lord how long were you?
1:38Where the 'woods at,
1:39Naw I will not hit no bong wit' you (where da kush?)
1:41Uh, sorry… uh, not sorry
1:43Sayin' that baby mine, B***h sound dumb, call Maury
1:45Naw I'm playin', take this pill, that's a problem solved
1:48Get that situated then a new dick
1:49She'll be hoppin' on (ha, bitch)
1:50I'm a funny nigga, you a bummy nigga
1:53Ruth's Chris got me lookin' like a chubby nigga
1:56You would text a B***h all day, lovey-dovey nigga
1:58I'm a slide through and put it in her tummy nigga
2:01And I hate a broke B***h that be actin' rich (broke bitch)
2:04Speakin' down on my name so I can't have the bitch
2:06All these hundreds in my pockets,
2:07I'll bag the B***h (blues)
2:09Ain't no sympathy for hoes, I'll slap a B***h (bitch)
2:11And if you thinkin' I'm a lick then you lack education
2:14Why I smoke so damn much? That's my medication
2:16And I ain't puttin' down the mic 'cause I'm dedicated
2:19Yeah, was married to the Glock,
2:19Skit got pulled then we got separated
2:21It's a lot of chops
2:22In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me)
2:24It's a lot of Glocks
2:25In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me)
2:26Act dumb, you'll get popped
2:28In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me)
2:29G23, I got Lebron
2:30In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me)
2:31And I'll bust a whole nut
2:33On yo' B***h titties (on yo' B***h titties)
2:34And if you livin' off the bitch,
2:35Then you Tim Timmy (then you Tim Timmy)
2:36Like a blind man I got a stick wit' me (got a stick wit' me)
2:39My B***h a goddess you be fuckin' on them miss piggy's
2:41Penalty, 3 yards, B***h ya breath stink (breath stank)
2:44Dick so good, baby wanna make a sex tape (make a sex tape)
2:46The only pass I'm givin' ops is the F grade (F grade)
2:49And this choppa flip a n***a like a pancake, bitch
2:52Nigga, all facts and not one opinion
2:55All facts and not one opinion
2:58All facts and not one opinion
3:00Want smoke? Yeah we want all of that ay
3:02Nigga, all facts and not one opinion
3:05Nigga, all facts and not one opinion
3:07Nigga, all facts, dick so good
3:10I'll blow yo' B***h back lil' nigga
3:15Uh all facts, ha ha all facts, ha ha all facts
3:22Ha ha all facts, ah ah all facts,
3:27Ah ah all facts, ah n***a
RBE x SOB Lil' n***a (ah), lil' n***a (ah, ah), lil' n***a (ah, ah, ah) Me and Slimmy back to back you niggas in trouble (lil' nigga) The Glock wit' me, two-toned the clip on a puzzle Diamonds on us drippy drip, they thinkin' we puddles She gon' see the other side of me for thinkin' I cuddle And when she see the other side She gon' see a demon (see a demon) She fell in love wit' this dick 'Cause I go the deepest (go the deepest) See a sucka and I'm tripin', I don't need a reason (need a reason) Nigga fire wit' this chop f**k a vest, You gon' need Jesus (boom, boom, boom, boom) A couple strokes from the back She gon' need a breather (she gon' need a breather) A B***h ain't gettin' s**t from me, not a piece of pizza Watch my relationship wit' God, I'm gon' need a preacher Feelin' froggy n***a jump, n***a get to leapin' I don't want that fake love, n***a you can keep it (keep it) Givin' love to the bitch, I just f**k and leave her (nerd) You can catch me in the field like I'm Jeepers Creepers Keep on playin' wit' yo' life, you gon' need the reaper Oh you on my head? Then knock it off my shoulders (shoulders) A gleeky on him while he leanin' Make that n***a sober (make 'em sober) My future gettin' brighter, but death been movin' closer I got the info from the bitch, Lil' bro you shouldn't had told her (nerd) Bitch play one game wit' me then the game is over (game over) My whole gang delivers smoke, n***a place a order They ask me am I feelin' fine? Yeah, kinda sorta And yeah you the big homie but yo' money shorter Light show up on my neck, ain't no chain tuckin' (nope) Masked up, pull a skit, we don't say nothin' (boom, boom) Wanna be up in this gang, you gotta spray somethin' And if you wanna be my B***h you gotta pay somethin' (bitch) Everybody gotta die, know my day comin' Strictly only brothers, like I hate cousins All my old hoes, you niggas stay lovin' Need to get yo' ass a badge, 'cause you stay cuffin' (cop) Bitch get up off my dick, This don't belong to you (don't belong to you) In the lab cookin' naw bitch, I won't make no song for you They mournin' me, I'm tired of this s**t Lord how long were you? Where the 'woods at, Naw I will not hit no bong wit' you (where da kush?) Uh, sorry… uh, not sorry Sayin' that baby mine, B***h sound dumb, call Maury Naw I'm playin', take this pill, that's a problem solved Get that situated then a new dick She'll be hoppin' on (ha, bitch) I'm a funny nigga, you a bummy nigga Ruth's Chris got me lookin' like a chubby nigga You would text a B***h all day, lovey-dovey nigga I'm a slide through and put it in her tummy nigga And I hate a broke B***h that be actin' rich (broke bitch) Speakin' down on my name so I can't have the bitch All these hundreds in my pockets, I'll bag the B***h (blues) Ain't no sympathy for hoes, I'll slap a B***h (bitch) And if you thinkin' I'm a lick then you lack education Why I smoke so damn much? That's my medication And I ain't puttin' down the mic 'cause I'm dedicated Yeah, was married to the Glock, Skit got pulled then we got separated It's a lot of chops In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me) It's a lot of Glocks In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me) Act dumb, you'll get popped In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me) G23, I got Lebron In this B***h wit' me (in this B***h wit' me) And I'll bust a whole nut On yo' B***h titties (on yo' B***h titties) And if you livin' off the bitch, Then you Tim Timmy (then you Tim Timmy) Like a blind man I got a stick wit' me (got a stick wit' me) My B***h a goddess you be fuckin' on them miss piggy's Penalty, 3 yards, B***h ya breath stink (breath stank) Dick so good, baby wanna make a sex tape (make a sex tape) The only pass I'm givin' ops is the F grade (F grade) And this choppa flip a n***a like a pancake, bitch Nigga, all facts and not one opinion All facts and not one opinion All facts and not one opinion Want smoke? Yeah we want all of that ay Nigga, all facts and not one opinion Nigga, all facts and not one opinion Nigga, all facts, dick so good I'll blow yo' B***h back lil' nigga Uh all facts, ha ha all facts, ha ha all facts Ha ha all facts, ah ah all facts, Ah ah all facts, ah n***a
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