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robb bank$ - 1st thing first كلمات الأغنية

[pre hook: robb bank$]
aye
b-tch i walk up in it
chrome, hoe pick up your phone
sir griffin don’t a piston
but i do not play
you a peasant, you a serf
i got wifi on
i walk in it with a simmie
no, bom bom bom

[hook: robb bank$]
aye, b-tch
first thing i need is a perc
stick my d-ck in the pint
she lick it with the syrup
no i keep the muzzle
p-ssy n-gg- hit the dirt
boy don’t make me up it keep on talkin’ you’ll get burnt
aye
aye, ain’t n-body like me, ain’t n-body like me
i might f-ck your wifey
boy i know you like it
ain’t n-body like me, why the f-ck you lieing?
you know i was signed, you can’t do it like me
[verse 1: fat nick]
b-tch i know i’m stunting
codeine got my kidding rotting
jugg the plug, i’m out here running
know we’re flexing, bands be thumbing
how many oxys today?
global, get outta’ my face
you local stay outta’ my way
we send the whole pint and finesse him for days
jump him no stopping
i’m popping these knuckles
get cash from these shows
my pockets stay bluffing
my savages jumping
buffet boys we buzzing
we actavis drowning
i’m tweaking on something
driving the windows and air it
you broke? designer, can’t wear it
the phones, can’t even compare it
flashing the gucci
they watching and staring
booling out gon’ fool out
2241 shooter
release the car on boot up
bring your b-tch, i swear you’ll lose her
why you tweakin’ on me?
thousand dollar sneakers on me
drown the fo’ in liters
why you think they wanna be us

[verse 2: robb bank$]
boy you know you tweakin’
if you think that b-tch a keeper
boy i eat her, then i skeet her
combo, she a sleeper
off the bat, i’m derek jeter
homerun, when i see her
strip the belt of her, leaner
n-gg-, you gon’ need a prenup

[hook: robb bank$]
b-tch
first thing i need is a perc
stick my d-ck in the pint
she lick it with the syrup
no i keep the muzzle
p-ssy n-gg- hit the dirt
boy don’t make me up it keep on talkin’ you’ll get burnt
aye
aye ain’t n-body like me, ain’t n-body like me
i might f-ck your wifey
boy i know you like it
ain’t n-body like me, why the f-ck you lieing?
you know i was signed, you can’t do it like me

aye
b-tch i walk up in it
chrome, hoe pick up your phone
sir griffin don’t a piston
but i do not play
you a peasant, you a serf
i got wifi on
i walk in it with a simmie
no, bom bom bom

[verse 3: robb bank$]
2phoneshawty take your b-tch
i’m gone bleed them
6 i’m 545 fighter
i’m the f-cking king of leon
p-ssy n-gg- talking with his chest
you better wear a vest, you a peon
got a red b-tch
coming through my day like a hurricane
or rock lee huh
phone will snap a n-gg- like a blade
more less take your bape
n-gg- waiting for me
you clean tables all day
jessica do what i say
n-gg- know i’m killgrave
i got flies in the air
like a f-cking bouquet

[verse 4: fat nick]
when we visit, choppers spray
i don’t care what you say
i got racks by them bands
and i do this everyday
sipping lean, popping pills
i do drugs while at my fumes
who is you? who are you?
you a broke boy that’s so true

[hook: robb bank$]
b-tch
first thing i need is a perc
stick my d-ck in the pint
she lick it with the syrup
no i keep the muzzle
p-ssy n-gg- hit the dirt
boy don’t make me up it keep on talkin’ you’ll get burnt
aye
aye ain’t n-body like me, ain’t’ n-body like me
i might f-ck your wifey
boy i know you like it
ain’t n-body like me, why the f-ck you lieing?
you know i was signed, you can’t do it like me

- robb bank

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