Pent House (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Rob49]
I say these n*ggas I can't trust they ass for nothing
I’m gon' f*ck that hoe then I jump back and f*ck your cousin
And I'll be rapping bout that nine enough yo ass see you wasn’t cuffing her
Lollipop you suck it up, all these b*tches f*ck with us
What? b*tch you stupid I can't love you
Flee the drip d chee to him treat T man like my brother
Still wanna f*ck her, man I asked for nothing
First n*gga turnt the 4 up they gon' love you when you bussin'
Yeah this b*tch move on and we gon' flush her
Life a movie b*tch is stupid 49 bout to sl*t her
They was filling out the store I swear to god I miss my brother
Treat Mooski like my cousin, my south hoe like my lover
Yeah, these n*gga rock n roll they rockin wrong
T gon' shut that sh*t red like they styrofoam
Might as well get for the throne
Can't believe my bros are gone
Can't believe that loosy gone
Yeah, hold on
Free k free k free k right dee right dee that’s my gang
n*ggas ain’t go change about no motherf*cking chains
Long as 49 do his thing they gon' love him
Long as 49 got a name they gon’ f*ck him

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, groupie b*tches in the penthouse
Let that ho go get 4 problems keep that b*tch out
I miss my shorty all in Cali I rock calabasas
And I'm too savage Rob49, my main b*tch getting active
b*tch, guess who's right back selling pounds again?
He got them b*tches getting groovy turned up the town again
I heard he even got his partners coming round again
Girl, he the truth b*tch I'm gon’ love when I see Robert win
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Yeah Born to lose but I gotta win
Stay down, beat the odds I'm thanking god again
Louis life jacket she got water b*tch I'm diving in
Hopped off my flight and picked em up now I'ma drive 'em in
Trust 'em, no
f*ck em, yeah
It don't mean it's just a lesson, had to bump my head
Toxic n*gga at my shows, I probably f*ck a fan
Ducking feds keep it cool when you dumpin' meds
WVS's got 'em tucking heads
Trust me I could get a dollar 10 for them poking heads
All my life man I've been hustlin'
Za spot got that b*tch slammin' we not wrestling
Mute n*gga I won't say a word if they start questioning
Eating pills got these hoes all rolling weed for ex me
Rover tinted b*tch could blow me in it face for president

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, groupie b*tches in the penthouse
Let that ho go get 4 problems, keep that b*tch out
I miss my shorty all in Cali I rock calabasas
And I'm too savage Rob49, my main b*tch getting active
b*tch, guess who's right back selling pounds again
He got them b*tches getting groovy turned up the town again
I heard he even got his partners coming round again
Girl, he the truth b*tch I'm gon' love when I see Robert win