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Sonta - Robbery Lyrics

[Intro: Sonta]
It's a robbery, robbery, robbery

[Pre-Chorus: Sonta]
All of them the same, I'm so tired of the usual
These niggas be lying, got baby mamas, and be using you
I played my role, you never played your part
So the next nigga I fuck with, I'm robbing him for his heart

[Chorus: Sonta]
Put your heart in a bag, it's a robbery
Put your heart in a bag 'cause it's a robbery
(It's a robbery, robbery, robbery)
(It's a robbery)

[Verse 1: Sonta]
It's a stick-up, 'cause the last nigga broke my heart
I got my blick up to protect my scars
I keep my guards up 'cause I can't get stuck
I'm sick of falling in and out of love
You got me so fucked up
How can you tell somebody you love thеm, then betray them?
How can you tеll somebody you love them, moving like you hate them?
Then you leave and come back 'cause they ain't them
They'll never be 'cause it's only one me and I see
[Pre-Chorus: Sonta]
All of them the same, I'm so tired of the usual
These niggas be lying, got baby mamas, and be using you
I played my role, you never played your part
So the next nigga I fuck with, I'm robbing him for his heart

[Chorus: Sonta & Gloss Up]
Put your heart in a bag, it's a robbery
Put your heart in a bag 'cause it's a robbery
(It's a robbery, robbery, robbery) Ayy
(It's a robbery) Gloss Up

[Verse 2: Gloss Up]
Was an F-O-O-L for love
Now I'm C-O-O-L on love
In a P-O-O-L of blood
Nigga break my heart, I'ma send him up above
It's a dove, had a fit of love
Fell back down, then I got up
Should've used a glove, players fuck up
Cold world, I'ma show my sons real love, nigga
It's a robbery, don't move, lil' nigga
Used to be broke, now I'm up six figures
In it for perks, I don't take painkillers
Sitting at the table, Ruth Chris steak dinners, huh
High figure, how niggas cheating on real bitches with gold-diggers?
No case, no face, and no pictures
It's a robbery, I set it off, lil' nigga
[Pre-Chorus: Sonta]
All of them the same, I'm so tired of the usual
These niggas be lying, got baby mamas, and be using you
I played my role, you never played your part
So the next nigga I fuck with, I'm robbing him for his heart

[Chorus: Sonta]
Put your heart in a bag, it's a robbery
Put your heart in a bag 'cause it's a robbery
(It's a robbery, robbery, robbery)
(It's a robbery)