paroles de chanson No Sweat - Rob

Yo Rob, why you rappin' on a type beat?
Top of the charts, no shit yeah I might be
New to the game ROB they don't like me
Now bitches on my dick in the club going hyphy
Ooh did I say that? Shit, I don't even mean that
She don't even text back
Left me on ghost like a mohtafuckin' snapchat
Never taking breaks from my bars like a Kit Kat
Stop, wait, hold up, flex
Hunchback slouch from the diamonds on my neck
Step, step, laced up Nike Jordan number one cuz im runnin' to the check
Boutta htt a lucky, slide to the bank, money lookin' silly
Money lookin stupid, not a big deally
Feeling like Wayne cuz I'm boutta hit a milli
Yeah I Just started rap
Money and the fame, gimme all of that
I can see clearly that this is my year
Twenty twenty vision and no cataract, so
What is the move, cook in the stu
Qrrr I'm a dog, money so blue
Calling you Steve cuz you dent have a clue
Always so sick so I don't catch no floes
Ok, yeah
Beating on my chest like a bongo macho
Wanna start beef? Put my meat in her taco, nachos
Bitch so wet need a poncho, pronto
Please let me say this
Why girls on IG be the fakest
Wanna link up please get on the waitlist
I am the greatest
They don't know me. But I'm all on their playlist
You hate this? Nah
How so new, you old like grandma
Snap snap shut her up like camera
Eat her like buttercup, bitch I need stamina
Make her say "ayy" but she ain't from Canada
Ooh, yikes. Don't crease the shoes
Turn up! ltt off the booze
Run up my cheese, pay up your dues
Run up the streams, turn up my tunes
La di da di da
He wanna slob on my knob
I got the tallies like Bob
Keepin' a stick like corn on the cob
Man this is awesome
On top, hows it feel at the bottom
Don't ball, but I might have to cross 'em
Make 'em stop play dead like a possum
Feel like spring cuz your boy boutta blossom
Friday night drops everybody wanna cop 'em
Shoot my shots, oh well boutta toss 'em
Whole fam on the back, no sweat you know that I got 'em