Dlobs - Facts Lyrics

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Yuh
DLobs
Baby girl
You know that you we're my last (Facts)
Got to let go of the past
Memories passing by fast (Uh)
Finna go get us a bag (Birkin)
So we can flash
Baby girl just relax (Please)
I don't wanna see you sad (No no)
I don't wanna see you mad (No no)
I just wanna see you glad
Don't do the shit you'll know you'll regret doing
And you'll only do that shit behind my back
Uh
Stuck at the bottom got nothing to lose
Clip full of hollows they coming in two's
You got a problem then we got one too
Caught me a body now he on the news
Calling me bobby I stay with a tool
I seen him walking knocked him out his shoes
He did that talking now he staying mute
Should have learned how to mind all his business in school
Ooh
Step back
I'm smooth
I get that
You
Bet that
The truth
Isn't a setback
But a liar's a liar
The truth is the truth
If you think you higher than me then you boof
Poof
Oof
Make you disappear right off the roof
Shoot
Shoot
Tell that boy to fucking shoot
I ain't a soldier
But I've been surviving
Longer than people can figure out timing
I've been dividing your lands like poseidon
They call me the highest but I ain't the highest
I just be shooting my shot like tobias
I just be moving like pac when he dying
Energy shining it's called perfect timing
The God and the universe both are divining
Moving aligning
Loom through the violence
The silent
Cry out through terrors of whiling
I've been
Hold up
Hold up
Hold up
Too many thoughts on the beat
Let me just stop and retract
So I don't gotta repeat
I just be speaking my mind when I rap
It's something thats kind of unique
Only be spitting them facts
But let me get back to the beat

Ok
Ok
Drop it down to floor
Rotate
Rotate
Booty going beast mode
Ok
Ok
Drop it down to the floor
Rotate
Rotate
Booty going beast mode
This what you want me to rap about
Well fuck it I'll rap it out
I said this what you want me to rap about
Well fuck it you know that I'll rap it out
Whatever you want bitch I'll walk it out
I can rap however I want
It's whatever be coming to tongue or mouth
Y'all be rapping like you are so drunk
With your tongue coming out of your fucking mouth
You're like santa cruz with the stunts

Baby girl
You know that you we're my last (Facts)
Got to let go of the past
Memories passing by fast
Uh
Finna go get us a bag (Birkin)
So we can flash
Baby girl just relax (Please)
I don't wanna see you sad (No no)
I don't wanna see you mad (No no)
I just wanna see you glad
Don't do the shit you'll know you'll regret doing
And you'll only do that shit behind my back
Uh
Stuck at the bottom got nothing to lose
Clip full of hollows they coming in two's
You got a problem then we got one too
Caught me a body now he on the news
Calling me bobby I stay with a tool
I seen him walking knocked him out his shoes
He did that talking now he staying mute
Should have learned how to mind all his business in school
Ooh
Step back
I'm smooth
I get that
You
Bet that
The truth
Isn't a setback
But a liar's a liar