Robin Givens

[Intro/Brige - Young Roddy] These hoes be trippin' Robin Givens Nigga my palms itchin' [Verse 1] Uh, feelin' like these rap niggas ain't no competition Uh, man them hoes be trippin Robin Givens I know I'm bout to make that dough my palms itchin' I'm sorry for callin' these women bitches God forgive me I stand tall on my own 10 toes niggas Ask my boy Nipsey Flips and them Hollygrove niggas Word to 31st I'm killin' every verse Tell them labels fuck em fool I know just what I'm worth A few mills or better Marley Mal they tried to tell em A nigga ain't no joke I'm damn sure ain't no average joe And I ain't tryna toot my own horn nigga but I'm on I ask the Lord to give me strength I pray He keep me strong And I'm just tryna get it right tho, two wrongs don't make a right tho How he write that hot shit, his crib ain't have no lights tho I ain't had no diamonds but I always shined the brightest A nigga went from sleepin' with them roaches and them mices From eatin' eggs and rice to watchin' my uncle shoot dice To watch my people struggle from that shit we call life To fussin' with my girl about some shit from last night Gotta get it right and keep it right, I sho don't sleep at night Every time I dosed off I get a phone call That's probably one of my niggas talkin' 'bout some shit he gettin' Or probably one of them hoes talkin' 'bout Lord knows But please take me back to when I had them cornrolls Without a care in the world just me and my favorite girl Flow so sick I might walk in this booth and hurl Feelin' like I'm the illest nigga in this world Feelin' like I'm the freshest nigga on my block Pussy niggas scared they know I'm comin' for they spot [Break] Good Sense [Verse 2] Uh, that liquor got me spinnin' like a ceiling fan 'Bout time I grow up and be a man Mama said she hate the mail man Nigga never bring no checks he only bringin' bills man Word to Bun B I keep it trill man Ain't never popped no pill I ain't never kill a man Use to roll in my Monte Carlo bumpin' Killa Cam Dipset Now I holla Jet Set I still don't give a damn fool I still could care less I'm a dirty ghetto kid who just tryna stay fresh In Ralph Lauren Rolly on my left arm King Route Teflon Laughin' at them fuck boys And even if I fall I get up and keep goin' Makin' money with my best boy, they tell me I'm that boy This nigga tryna get some keys to a new toy and park it in my garage I sleep when I die Even tho I get sea sick I still want a yacht Even tho that pussy good bitch I still want some top The same lil' homie off the block, which block? 31st where we got it out the dirt Where we learned to flip work Beef came we shot first Talk a bitch up out her skirt Life [Outro/Bridge] Feelin' like these rap niggas ain't no competition Man them hoes be trippin' Robin Givens I know I'm bout to make that dough my palms itchin' I'm sorry for callin' these women bitches God forgive me