Official T-Rob - Bologna

Cuz that’s disrespectful, tryna be Hollywood, Tch
Who are you? T-Rob Who? What the fuck?
Name one of your songs, cuz I don’t know shit (ha ha ha)
Nah why she tryna cap like she ain’t know me?
Like, you know who the fuck I am (heh heh)
(Aye Aye)
All for the fame they trolling, tryda do me like forty
Think it’s a game like Sony, till the bull snap like Tony, aye
Tryda act like you ain’t know me, how you claim you my homie?
Moment you cap you a phony, claiming you real come show me, aye
Sipping the dream no codeine, I wanna live won’t ODE, aye aye
Same girl that said “do not phone me”, said “she gon slide when she horny”, aye aye
Everyone fake they bologna, living a lie they corny, aye aye
Know what’s at stake when they told me, that’s why I be on my lonely, aye aye
I’m not a one trick pony, nigga I got no opponent
Woke while you dozing, you either work or you own it
Taking a pick like I’m combing
Watchu disclosing? You prolly worried bout ice
That’s why ya bank looking frozen
Live for the moment, tell em I do what I like
Ya chick let me take off her clothing
Curtains is closing, check for no kinda exposure
Fore we get wild on the sofa
Forward I choke her, one hand and all when I fold her
Smash from the back like a boulder
If she was mine, I would do some to hold her
Maybe massage on her shoulders
Bitch you a dime, you could be hotter than solar
Swear with these thots I be colder
Take her inside, hump on her face when she throat it
Then Ima tell her it’s over
She want the guys? Get her best friend, bend her over
Ima make sure that she notice
That I’m not kind, not to the ones that be folding
Can’t show an ounce of emotion
Don’t waste my time, get ya third strike we not bowling
That’s a bad sign like an omen, aye aye
PS don’t want no controller, aye
Know a bad bitch that tried put a nigga under hypnosis, aye
Been through mad shit, already knew the ones that switch be the closest
Any B.S. Is hopeless, Don’t inject me, I’m immune to ya dosage, aye
All for the fame they trolling, tryda do me like forty
Think it’s a game like Sony, till the bull snap like Tony, aye
Tryda act like you ain’t know me, how you claim you my homie?
Moment you cap you a phony, claiming you real come show me, aye
Sipping the dream no codeine, I wanna live won’t ODE, aye aye
Same girl that said “do not phone me”, said “she gon slide when she horny”, aye aye
Everyone fake they bologna, living a lie they corny, aye aye
Know what’s at stake when they told me, that’s why I be on my lonely, aye aye

Written by:
Tommy Robinson

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