Rob: Earth-One - Still Going

I want a Patek
She want a Rollie
Remember them days
When my uncle was out in the street
With the 40
I can't hear nothin you tellin me
Nigga I'm ending the story
My bitches assorted
All of em foreign
I met a shorty
She givin me throat
And she right off the boat, yeah
I been the realest
Since back when them niggas
Was sellin that dope, yeah
Nigga you diss us
We comin for you and whoever
We don't care
I'm witcho thot
And she givin me top
In the middle of nowhere
I was still goin
I ain't know it was a limit
Whatever I want
I'mma get it
All of my tree be tremendous
Saluting me like a lieutant
She miss me
But she won't admit it
But that girl
Be showing her titties
Don't act no different
Whenever I come to your city
I'm on now
Nigga I'm still in this hoe
Homie your ceiling is low
Saying you always on go
But we been there before
I promise, I been in control
They got a story, then they gonna tell it
Women they fall for me like they confetti
Weed be so loud, you would think it's unleaded
I'mma keep going til I get a Patek
No cap for the captain
Homie, I'mma always call my shot
Get slapped with the backhand
Homie, if you always on my jock
Pull up in a black van
Nigga I don't want you on my lot
Gave that girl one last chance
Ha, now watch that bitch gon pop
HAAA
Woah
I cannot say that I'm sorry
I gotta ball like Amare
I play with her pussy
She play with my dick
Like she playing Atari
The only game that I play
Separate real and the fake
Already ate
Gotta keep food on the plate
I want a Patek
She want a Rollie
Remember them days
When my uncle was out in the street
With the 40
I can't hear nothing you tellin me
Nigga I'm ending the story
My bitches assorted
All of em foreign
I met a shorty
She givin' me throat
And she right off the boat, yeah
I been the realest
Since back when them niggas
Was sellin' that dope, yeah
Nigga you diss us
We comin' for you and whoever
We don't care
I'm witcho thot
And she givin me top
In the middle of nowhere
I want a Patek
She want a Rollie
Remember them days
When my uncle was out in the street
With the 40
I can't hear nothin' you tellin me
Nigga I'm ending the story
My bitches assorted
All of em foreign
I met a shorty
She givin' me throat
And she right off the boat, yeah
I been the realest
Since back when them niggas
Was sellin' that dope, yeah
Nigga you diss us
We comin' for you and whoever
We don't care
I'm witcho thot
And she givin' me top
In the middle of nowhere
I met a shorty
She givin me throat
And she right off the boat, yeah
I been the realest
Since back when them niggas
Was sellin that dope, yeah
Nigga you diss us
We comin' for you and whoever
We don't care
I'm witcho thot
And she givin' me top
In the middle of nowhere

Written by:
Robert Melton

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