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RamboDaDemon - Kobe In The 4th Lyrics



RamboDaDemon - Kobe In The 4th Lyrics
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I'm just tryna ball out like I'm Kobe in the 4th quarter
Asked her what she like, she said that money make her go-go (go)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, that's a no-no (that's a no)
So I keep this lil' gun right beside me, I'm on go-mode (I'm on go)
F*ckin' with this bitch I met on Snap, she got that good dome (got that good dome)
I'm with none but killers in this van and they all cut-throat (cut-throat)
Married to these f*ckin' Benjamins, no I don't cuff hoes
Bet my ex somewhere lookin' mad like a dumb hoe
Clips, yeah, I dump those, this one got a drum, hoe
Smokin' on this Runtz nigga, you don't want no damn smoke
Get popped like a Xan hoe, you gon' need a plan bro
I just did a show and went backstage to f*ck a fan hoe
You know I could keep her if I wanted, but I don't
Three.5, of that reefa, marijuana, yeah I smoke (yeah, I smoke)
I spent some bands on my coat, It keep me warm from these hoes
Yeah, I only want the money, I don't care about these hoes
I'm just tryna ball out like I'm Kobe in the 4th quarter (Kobe In The 4th Quarter)
Asked her what she like, she said that money make her go-go (go-go)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, that's a no-no (that's a no)
So I keep this lil' gun right beside me, I'm on go-mode (I'm on go mode)
F*ckin' with this bitch I met on Snap, she got that good dome (she got that good dome)
I'm with none but killers in this van and they all cut-throat (cut-throat)
Married to these f*ckin' Benjamins, no I don't cuff hoes
Bet my ex somewhere lookin' mad like a dumb hoe
She think I ain't shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah
Rubber in my pants and the shoes came from Rick, yeah
You a hater, not a fan, no, huh, you ain't slick, yeah
No-no, you ain't slick, yeah, no, no, you ain't slick, yeah
Yeah you ain't slick, huh, but you could still come take this pic
You try some shit, I'm a back out send a shot, yeah
My drink is pink, huh, you know I'm off Wokk, yeah (I'm off Wokk)
And I don't think, huh, this shit off the top, yeah
I'm just tryna ball out like I'm Kobe in the 4th quarter (Kobe In The 4th Quarter)
Asked her what she like, she said that money make her go-go (go-go)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, that's a no-no (that's a no)
So I keep this lil' gun right beside me, I'm on go-mode (I'm on good mode)
F*ckin' with this bitch I met on Snap, she got that good dome (she got that good dome)
I'm with none but killers in this van and they all cutthroat (cut-throat)
Married to these f*ckin' Benjamins, no I don't cuff hoes (no, I don't cuff hoes)
Bet my ex somewhere lookin' mad like a dumb hoe (stupid, dumb hoe)
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I'm just tryna ball out like I'm Kobe in the 4th quarter
Asked her what she like, she said that money make her go-go (go)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, that's a no-no (that's a no)
So I keep this lil' gun right beside me, I'm on go-mode (I'm on go)
F*ckin' with this bitch I met on Snap, she got that good dome (got that good dome)
I'm with none but killers in this van and they all cut-throat (cut-throat)
Married to these f*ckin' Benjamins, no I don't cuff hoes
Bet my ex somewhere lookin' mad like a dumb hoe
Clips, yeah, I dump those, this one got a drum, hoe
Smokin' on this Runtz nigga, you don't want no damn smoke
Get popped like a Xan hoe, you gon' need a plan bro
I just did a show and went backstage to f*ck a fan hoe
You know I could keep her if I wanted, but I don't
Three.5, of that reefa, marijuana, yeah I smoke (yeah, I smoke)
I spent some bands on my coat, It keep me warm from these hoes
Yeah, I only want the money, I don't care about these hoes
I'm just tryna ball out like I'm Kobe in the 4th quarter (Kobe In The 4th Quarter)
Asked her what she like, she said that money make her go-go (go-go)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, that's a no-no (that's a no)
So I keep this lil' gun right beside me, I'm on go-mode (I'm on go mode)
F*ckin' with this bitch I met on Snap, she got that good dome (she got that good dome)
I'm with none but killers in this van and they all cut-throat (cut-throat)
Married to these f*ckin' Benjamins, no I don't cuff hoes
Bet my ex somewhere lookin' mad like a dumb hoe
She think I ain't shit, yeah, bitches on my dick, yeah
Rubber in my pants and the shoes came from Rick, yeah
You a hater, not a fan, no, huh, you ain't slick, yeah
No-no, you ain't slick, yeah, no, no, you ain't slick, yeah
Yeah you ain't slick, huh, but you could still come take this pic
You try some shit, I'm a back out send a shot, yeah
My drink is pink, huh, you know I'm off Wokk, yeah (I'm off Wokk)
And I don't think, huh, this shit off the top, yeah
I'm just tryna ball out like I'm Kobe in the 4th quarter (Kobe In The 4th Quarter)
Asked her what she like, she said that money make her go-go (go-go)
Nowadays you can't trust nobody, that's a no-no (that's a no)
So I keep this lil' gun right beside me, I'm on go-mode (I'm on good mode)
F*ckin' with this bitch I met on Snap, she got that good dome (she got that good dome)
I'm with none but killers in this van and they all cutthroat (cut-throat)
Married to these f*ckin' Benjamins, no I don't cuff hoes (no, I don't cuff hoes)
Bet my ex somewhere lookin' mad like a dumb hoe (stupid, dumb hoe)
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Writer: Shane Dineen
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Performed By: RamboDaDemon
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Shane Dineen
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