Yeah they call me Drobama
I'm from the hood, but I pull up on em so proper
A young nigga, but my soul feel like a old timer
If my homies already had it then I don't want her
Yeah she say she wanna talk, but I don't call her
Told her baby I'm a dog, need a choke collar
If you thirsty for the dick, drink some cold water
But she told me she can't quit I got a hold on her
I don't give a f*ck about your feelings, not a soap opera
I'm from that Frio City
It's gone be a cold summer
I was tryna eat it, beat it
Treat it like she stole something
If you f*cking with me
Maybe I might let you hold some
Me, you, and a blunt, a cup of mud
Let's have a foursome
I don't give a f*ck
Let's do it right here on the sofa
Say she got friend
I'll take you both, just bring her over
Yeah I like to party
I just hate it when my nose run
And my diamonds frozen
Got me feeling like a cold front
I been putting on for my city
For the longest
Putting in work
Like I think I deserve a bonus
Dopest rapper out of San Antone
You should've known this
But it's okay
Cuz I don't even get no love from my homies
I been putting on for my city
For the longest
Putting in work
Like I think I deserve a bonus
Dopest rapper out of San Antone
You should've known this
But it's okay
Cuz I don't even get no love from my homies
Yeah they call me Drobama
I'm from the hood, but I pull up on em so proper
A young nigga, but my soul feel like a old timer
If my homies already had it then I don't want her
Yeah she say she wanna talk, but I don't call her
Told her baby I'm a dog, need a choke collar
If you thirsty for the dick, drink some cold water
But she told me she can't quit I got a hold on her
I don't give a f*ck about your feelings, not a soap opera
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Yeah they call me Drobama
I'm from the hood, but I pull up on em so proper
A young nigga, but my soul feel like a old timer
If my homies already had it then I don't want her
Yeah she say she wanna talk, but I don't call her
Told her baby I'm a dog, need a choke collar
If you thirsty for the dick, drink some cold water
But she told me she can't quit I got a hold on her
I don't give a f*ck about your feelings, not a soap opera
I'm from that Frio City
It's gone be a cold summer
I was tryna eat it, beat it
Treat it like she stole something
If you f*cking with me
Maybe I might let you hold some
Me, you, and a blunt, a cup of mud
Let's have a foursome
I don't give a f*ck
Let's do it right here on the sofa
Say she got friend
I'll take you both, just bring her over
Yeah I like to party
I just hate it when my nose run
And my diamonds frozen
Got me feeling like a cold front
I been putting on for my city
For the longest
Putting in work
Like I think I deserve a bonus
Dopest rapper out of San Antone
You should've known this
But it's okay
Cuz I don't even get no love from my homies
I been putting on for my city
For the longest
Putting in work
Like I think I deserve a bonus
Dopest rapper out of San Antone
You should've known this
But it's okay
Cuz I don't even get no love from my homies
Yeah they call me Drobama
I'm from the hood, but I pull up on em so proper
A young nigga, but my soul feel like a old timer
If my homies already had it then I don't want her
Yeah she say she wanna talk, but I don't call her
Told her baby I'm a dog, need a choke collar
If you thirsty for the dick, drink some cold water
But she told me she can't quit I got a hold on her
I don't give a f*ck about your feelings, not a soap opera
I'm from the hood, but I pull up on em so proper
A young nigga, but my soul feel like a old timer
If my homies already had it then I don't want her
Yeah she say she wanna talk, but I don't call her
Told her baby I'm a dog, need a choke collar
If you thirsty for the dick, drink some cold water
But she told me she can't quit I got a hold on her
I don't give a f*ck about your feelings, not a soap opera
I'm from that Frio City
It's gone be a cold summer
I was tryna eat it, beat it
Treat it like she stole something
If you f*cking with me
Maybe I might let you hold some
Me, you, and a blunt, a cup of mud
Let's have a foursome
I don't give a f*ck
Let's do it right here on the sofa
Say she got friend
I'll take you both, just bring her over
Yeah I like to party
I just hate it when my nose run
And my diamonds frozen
Got me feeling like a cold front
I been putting on for my city
For the longest
Putting in work
Like I think I deserve a bonus
Dopest rapper out of San Antone
You should've known this
But it's okay
Cuz I don't even get no love from my homies
I been putting on for my city
For the longest
Putting in work
Like I think I deserve a bonus
Dopest rapper out of San Antone
You should've known this
But it's okay
Cuz I don't even get no love from my homies
Yeah they call me Drobama
I'm from the hood, but I pull up on em so proper
A young nigga, but my soul feel like a old timer
If my homies already had it then I don't want her
Yeah she say she wanna talk, but I don't call her
Told her baby I'm a dog, need a choke collar
If you thirsty for the dick, drink some cold water
But she told me she can't quit I got a hold on her
I don't give a f*ck about your feelings, not a soap opera
Writer: Michael Rodriguez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid