Robtown Funk

This hit, that ice cold

Rob God yes, that white gold

This one, for them Judos girls

Them Doris girls, straight masterpieces

Stylin’, wildin’ Livin’ it up in the Vengeance room

Got Chucks on with Saint Johnnysoh

Gotta kiss em Sven, hes so pretty

Robs too hot (hot damn)

Called a Goose and a Methodman

Robs too hot (hot damn)

Make Harsheh and Dubs wanna retire, man

Robs too hot (hot damn)

Say my name, you know who I am (Onim!)

Robs too hot (hot damn)

Serfas bad ’bout that Titpic?

Break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah (Rob!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Rob!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Rob!)

‘Cause Robtown Funk gon’ give it to you (Rob!)

‘Cause Robtown Funk gon’ give it to you’ (Rob!)

Cause Robtown Funk gon’ give it to you

Saturday night, and Johnnys in the spot

Don’t believe me, just Rob, come on

Don’t believe me, just Rob

Don’t believe me, just Rob

Don’t believe me, just Rob

Don’t believe me, just Rob

Don’t believe me, just Rob

Hey, hey, hey, Rooob!

Stop Wait a minute

Fill her cup, put some jizz in it

Take a lick, sign a check

Discodave, get the stretch

Ride to CaRnage, Conspiracy, Norsemen and Apprime yo

If Rob shows up, he gon’ show out

Smoother than a fresh jar of Jizzzy

Robs too hot (hot damn)

Called a Goose and a Methodman

Robs too hot (hot damn)

Make Harsheh and Dubs wanna retire, man

Robs too hot (hot damn, hot damn)

Baggeh, say my name, you know who I am (Onim!)

Robs too hot (hot damn)

Nick bad ’bout that money?

Break it down

Girls hit your hallelujah (Rob!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Rob!)

Girls hit your hallelujah (Rob!)


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