LIL ROB

LIL ROB - So Many Styles lyrics

Giving you a selection of perfection

No need to question why I leave these other vatos with manic depression

Missdirection, leaving them guessing and leaving them stressing

And leave them sketching their next lesson, did I mention I'm not resting

Until they feel my agression, my profession is positive

Competative and negetive, leave holmes sedated like a sedative

Hypnotize, mesmerize, I got more swirls in my eyes, swirls in my eyes

You're getting sleepy, trying to stay up and it's burning your eyes

Hurting your eyes, look at all the fear in your eyes, tears in your eyes

You keep on screaming but they still ain't even hearing you

Guys begging for attention, attention

Homey I was writting rhymes back in seventh grade in detention

I have to send those fools back to the drawing board

Ten seconds of your song and I'm already bored

Making me snore, I won't be listening to that no more

You vatos make me not want to listening to rap no more

Hoping you don't have no more

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Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one

Got so many styles homeboy, go ahead and pick one

I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them

Pick which one you like and ride with any of them

Rolas in progress, Lil' Rob the sick one

Got so many styles homeboy, go ahead and pick one

I've got plenty of them, I've got many of them

Pick which one you like and ride with any of them

Simon, you brought more time but what you saying

Quit saying the same thing over, it's over

My rhymes are tighter and wiser as I get older

Look over your shoulder, I'm colder than Porter

Way of life like a solar system

Can't take the heat then get your ass out the kitchen

You got three minutes to make your distance

Cuz I'm blowing up this motherfucker and everything in it

Beginning to finish it, ain't nobody the sinnest

And you fucking hynas acting like you're a highness

You were a ten, with your attitude minues six

Now you're just a four, stupid whore I'd fuck on the floor, bitch

Who in the fuck do you think you are, walking around like some kind of star

It feels good, real good, when you take that fucking feeling too far

Oh man, Lil' Rob all up in the canton

When I'm on the microphone they call me Ese Patron

Someone stop me, nuh-huh nuh-huh leave me alone

I'm feeling good, I'll feel this way until the thrill is gone

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Hey I can't trust nobody, not even a fucking friend of me

I've gotta treat you as if you may become my worst enemy

People using my name and shit, bitch leave me out of it

Patience, had a little bit but I just ran out of it

Just like my respect for you, it's hard being me

I could tell you a million times but you still ain't hearing me

You need to open your fucking eyes cuz you still ain't seeing me

My style's firme, homey there ain't no beating me, no defeating me

They call me selfish, oh well greedy

Ain't nobody gonna take care of me but me

You said that they said something thing, you said that I said something

Making something out of nothing, Lil' Rob don't say nothing

Ain't that something, how they think this is a fun thing

Time to fucking end you, make you a fucking done thing

You do dumb things, no explanations for your actions

Actions speak louder than words, don't say a word motherfucker

[Chorus]

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