Young Roddy - Robin Givens lyrics

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Feeling like these rap niggaz ain’t no competition

Man , my hoes be tripping Robin Givens

I know I’m about to make that dope

My palms are itching

I’m sorry for calling these women bitches

God , forgive me

I stand tall on my all 10 toes

I’m killin’ every verse

A few mills are better

A nigga ain’t no joke

I’m not sure where he’s going

I asked the Lord to give me strength

I prayed to keep me strong

And I’m just trying to get it right

2 wrongs don’t make a right

How you writing that high shit

I ain’t had no diamonds

But I always shine the brightest

A nigga went on sleeping with some roaches and some mice

To watch my people struggle

To that shit we call life

So I’m fussin’ with my girl about some shit from last night

Got to get it right

And keep it right

My show doesn’t sleep at night

Every time I’m dosed off

I get a call

And probably one of my niggaz

Talking about some shit he got

Or probably one of them hoes

Talking about Lord knows

But please take me back to when _______

Without a care in the world

Just me and my favorite girl

Flow so sick

I might walk in this boot and earl

Feeling like I’m the most ____ nigga in the world

Feeling like I’m the freshest nigga on my block

Pussy niggaz scared

They know I’m coming for my spot

That liquor got me spending

About time I will grow up

And be a man

Momma said she hates the mailman

Nigga never bringin’ check

He’s bringing only bills ,man

I keep it trill man

And we ain’t never popped no pill

We ain’t never killed a man

Now I just sit

But I’m still careless

I’m just a dirty ghetto kid

Who’s trying to stay fresh

Ad eve if I fall

I get up and keep going

Makin’ money with my best boys

Tell me I’m that boy

This nigga trying to get some kids

To a new toy he found it in my garage

I sleep when I die

I think I still wanna yawn

Even though that pussy is good

I’m still on the top

The same little homie

From the block , which block?

Talk a bitch about her skirt

Feeling like these rap niggaz ain’t no competition

Man , my hoes be tripping Robin Givens

I know I’m about to make that dope

My palms are itching

I’m sorry for calling these women bitches

God , forgive me