Rob Nice Live on the Radio Songtext
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Rob Nice Live on the Radio Songtext
Yeah yo ya′ll locked in right now with Rob Nice inside of WBITCH radio
Where the W stands for weezy baby
I see you out there playboy
Right now we're goin′ to the lines
The number to call right now is 1-800-N-YO-BITCH and they lightin' up like crazy
Lets see if we can get somebody on in
Hello?
Hey my man, I wanted to know if I'm the fifth caller
The fifth caller? Man you′re caller number three again
And we not giving nothing nothing away man
You wanna give some shoutouts or somethin′?
No I don't wanna give no shoutout
I ain′t even listen to your music, I wanna win some dro
Some dro?
Well I tell you what, I got some fire for yo ass 500 degrees worth cousin
You gotta ride bro
Man, fuck ya'll, ya′ll ain't never giving nothin′ away bitch
Fuck ya mama
Well now it's time to go to the eye in the sky lets check traffic with Travis
What's up man?
It′s fuckin′ hot in this helicopter brother
Need to fix the fuckin' air in this thing
Open up the fuckin′ door or something
Oh, we on the air?
Ah I'm sorry Rob
It′s a traffic jam right over on the freeway
A Mexican and a Chinese guy seem to be fighting over a pair of rims
The fuckin' Mexican just cold cocked the fuckin′ Chinese guy
It's a beautiful, It's a- Fuck this shit Rob
I can′t work under conditions like this
It′s fuckin' unbearably hot
Shit, the ALT light just came on
I′m gonna fuckin' jump
I can′t take it
Fuck no
Where the W stands for weezy baby
I see you out there playboy
Right now we're goin′ to the lines
The number to call right now is 1-800-N-YO-BITCH and they lightin' up like crazy
Lets see if we can get somebody on in
Hello?
Hey my man, I wanted to know if I'm the fifth caller
The fifth caller? Man you′re caller number three again
And we not giving nothing nothing away man
You wanna give some shoutouts or somethin′?
No I don't wanna give no shoutout
I ain′t even listen to your music, I wanna win some dro
Some dro?
Well I tell you what, I got some fire for yo ass 500 degrees worth cousin
You gotta ride bro
Man, fuck ya'll, ya′ll ain't never giving nothin′ away bitch
Fuck ya mama
Well now it's time to go to the eye in the sky lets check traffic with Travis
What's up man?
It′s fuckin′ hot in this helicopter brother
Need to fix the fuckin' air in this thing
Open up the fuckin′ door or something
Oh, we on the air?
Ah I'm sorry Rob
It′s a traffic jam right over on the freeway
A Mexican and a Chinese guy seem to be fighting over a pair of rims
The fuckin' Mexican just cold cocked the fuckin′ Chinese guy
It's a beautiful, It's a- Fuck this shit Rob
I can′t work under conditions like this
It′s fuckin' unbearably hot
Shit, the ALT light just came on
I′m gonna fuckin' jump
I can′t take it
Fuck no
Writer(s): B. Thomas, Robyn Nice Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com