Channel: rob

Category: Entertainment

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Description: idk, just having fun stream “No Sweat” on all platforms! [spotify] open.spotify.com/track/4ZjFPWXaU6Yunhhd5W6HTk?si=nElDHCPvTzeEhij3x_p0-w [soundcloud] soundcloud.com/user-761728752/no-sweat-rob [apple music] music.apple.com/us/album/no-sweat/1502681448?i=1502681449 Director : Benjamin Atchley Director of Photography : Donald Turner Lead Girl : grace_nordstrom choreo: Jansen San Juan Follow me on IG : @roblopez [audio] youtube.com/watch?v=wdYEGQQOvBw [business] robxbusiness@gmail.com LYRICS Yo Rob, why you rappin' on a type beat? Top of the charts, no shit yeah I might be new to the game ROB they don't like me now bitches on my dick in the club going hyphy Ooh did I say that? (huh) shit, I don't even mean that she dont even text back, left me on ghost like a mohtafuckin' snapchat never taking breaks from my bars like a Kit Kat Stop, wait, hold up, flex Hunchback slouch from the diamonds on my neck (uh huh) step, step, laced up Nike Jordan number 1 cuz im runnin' to the check b-b-b-boutta hit a licky, slide to the bank, money lookin' silly money lookin stupid, not a big dealy feeling like Wayne cuz i'm boutta hit a milli. Yeah I Just started rap money and the fame, gimme all of that I can see clearly that this is my year 20/20 vision no cataracts so what is the move, cook in the stu grrr im a dog, money so blue calling you Steve cuz you dont have a clue always so sick so I don't catch no flues *cough* ok, yeah Beating on my chest like a bongo, macho wanna start beef? put my meat in her taco, nachos bitch so wet need a poncho, pronto Please let me say this. why girls on IG be the fakest wanna link up please get on the waitlist I am the greatest they don't know me, but i'm all on their playlist you hate this? nah flow so new, you old like grandma snap snap shutter up like camera eat her like buttercup, bitch i need stamina make her say "ayy" but she aint from Canada Ooh, yikes. don't crease the shoes turn up! lit off the booze run up my cheese, pay up your dues run up the streams, turn up my tunes La di da di da Ooh she wanna slob on my knob ooh i got the toolies like Bob ooh keepin' a stick like corn on the cob Man this is awesome on top, hows it feel at the bottom don't ball, but I might have to cross em' make em' stop play dead like a possum feel like spring cuz your boy boutta blossom Fridaynight drops everybody wanna cop em' shoot my shots, oh well boutta toss em' whole fam on the back, no sweat you know that I got em'