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SOB Video (MV)




Performed By: 1600 Trey
Language: English
Length: 3:18
Written by: Trey Moore




1600 Trey - SOB Lyrics
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How the f*ck you come around just to use me?
You telling lies, your nickname should be Tubi
I got a question? what do I deserve? I don't know
I can't put this shit in words How you doing with me
Aye You coming over? hurry up lil baby
I don't talk to anybody, I'm getting nervous lil' baby
Back in the day I tried to take you out You curved me, lil' baby
She told me she'll take a bullet for me, Take this perk, baby
I don't wanna talk
I don't Conversate with f*ck niggas, don't f*ck with the law
I'm a country boy, how you doing? Raised from the south
They started killing in my town, so I u turned my route
I copped a UHaul, back it up that bih go Beep Beep
I'm unfeeding, John Cena, y'all can't see me
I'm on Venus, dirty dancing with a ballerina
I'm off the meter, Rip 23 right on Bay Cedar
Rip lil Sterling, Rip, lil Pat
You ain't gotta worry, I always got y'all back
Why the f*ck y'all lil' niggas leave me like that?
I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't
Aye don't call my phone you know I'm turning Straight cut throat
My guard up, Watching all you niggas back against the ropes
And my father told me do not stop and I say let's go
He told me, you held accountable for anything you do it's on you
I'm in my bag, bitch, I run it up, I f*ck it up, I turn it up
I got a bag now, in my bag now they can't stop us
And they mad at us, cause all along they was not us
And I fell off with my day one he was Jealous
How the f*ck you come around just to use me?
You telling lies, your nickname should be Tubi
I got a question? what do I deserve?
I don't know, I can't put this shit in words how you doing me
I don't know you, I don't, I don't know you, I don't want you
Aye don't call on my phone bitch I'm so Antisocial
You gon' f*ck around you gon' f*ck around you gon' find out
I don't want this no more call the time out
They don't want me to be a man, they want me crying loud
You f*cking with this new gen, I say f*ck no
You f*cking with that new plan, I say f*ck no
You f*cking with that new car, I say f*ck no
You f*cking with that bad broad, I say f*ck no
I don't wanna kick it with you, kick it with you f*ck niggas
I lost a lot of money f*cking with you f*ck niggas
I lost a lot of real ones to some f*ck niggas
And I put that on God I can't trust niggas
Hey, I got my head on a swivel
Baby throw that ass back and show me how it jiggle
I like your vibe, motivation you is not a gold digger
I got a plan, like what you saying? let's make a baby
Let's go standing on business, in front of me I kill it
They don't wanna hear this my logo my blueprint
Ayy, make these hoes feel me, I don't think they hear me
Tell them this the real me don't play like you stupid
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English

How the f*ck you come around just to use me?
You telling lies, your nickname should be Tubi
I got a question? what do I deserve? I don't know
I can't put this shit in words How you doing with me
Aye You coming over? hurry up lil baby
I don't talk to anybody, I'm getting nervous lil' baby
Back in the day I tried to take you out You curved me, lil' baby
She told me she'll take a bullet for me, Take this perk, baby
I don't wanna talk
I don't Conversate with f*ck niggas, don't f*ck with the law
I'm a country boy, how you doing? Raised from the south
They started killing in my town, so I u turned my route
I copped a UHaul, back it up that bih go Beep Beep
I'm unfeeding, John Cena, y'all can't see me
I'm on Venus, dirty dancing with a ballerina
I'm off the meter, Rip 23 right on Bay Cedar
Rip lil Sterling, Rip, lil Pat
You ain't gotta worry, I always got y'all back
Why the f*ck y'all lil' niggas leave me like that?
I don't know, I don't know I don't know, I don't
Aye don't call my phone you know I'm turning Straight cut throat
My guard up, Watching all you niggas back against the ropes
And my father told me do not stop and I say let's go
He told me, you held accountable for anything you do it's on you
I'm in my bag, bitch, I run it up, I f*ck it up, I turn it up
I got a bag now, in my bag now they can't stop us
And they mad at us, cause all along they was not us
And I fell off with my day one he was Jealous
How the f*ck you come around just to use me?
You telling lies, your nickname should be Tubi
I got a question? what do I deserve?
I don't know, I can't put this shit in words how you doing me
I don't know you, I don't, I don't know you, I don't want you
Aye don't call on my phone bitch I'm so Antisocial
You gon' f*ck around you gon' f*ck around you gon' find out
I don't want this no more call the time out
They don't want me to be a man, they want me crying loud
You f*cking with this new gen, I say f*ck no
You f*cking with that new plan, I say f*ck no
You f*cking with that new car, I say f*ck no
You f*cking with that bad broad, I say f*ck no
I don't wanna kick it with you, kick it with you f*ck niggas
I lost a lot of money f*cking with you f*ck niggas
I lost a lot of real ones to some f*ck niggas
And I put that on God I can't trust niggas
Hey, I got my head on a swivel
Baby throw that ass back and show me how it jiggle
I like your vibe, motivation you is not a gold digger
I got a plan, like what you saying? let's make a baby
Let's go standing on business, in front of me I kill it
They don't wanna hear this my logo my blueprint
Ayy, make these hoes feel me, I don't think they hear me
Tell them this the real me don't play like you stupid
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Writer: Trey Moore
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