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robb bank$ - john gotti كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(i’m working on dying)
yeah
yeah, i got a bet, if i rip this sh_t, i’ma text that ho back
if i don’t rip it, i ain’t gon’ text
ayy

[verse 1]
white or the brown, it’s going down like i’m yung joc or somethin’
never going broke, i’m in her throat yellow bone top me up
shark in the water, these f_ck n_ggas like tilapia
(you bring the beat up right here)
got my bag, then i ranned it up
rari smash, do the dash, goin’ fast on ’em
she left her lashes in my bathroom, had to spaz on her
yeah, got my bag and it grew legs, yeah, ran on ’em
yeah, f_ck twelve, glock 10, lеt it blast on ’em
pop, yeah, i’m poppin’ in this b_tch, why you sidelinin’?
can see mе from the nosebleeds on the floor poppin’
yeah, she wanna cut it off and take it with lorena bobbitt
i don’t know who got k!lled, i—
[chorus]
call me john gotti
b_tch, i don’t talk to n0body
check them off the list, my dogs need more bodies
checked your resume and you n_ggas is n0bodies
and no, i ain’t here to play, i’m surgical, who shot ya?

[verse 2]
10k these b_tches on the beach like i’m a [?][1:00]
play the game and tell your lil’ friends stop tryna bag me
forty_two pillows, it look like one of her ass cheeks
don’t want no inny outie if you don’t look like vashti
i been getting rich, lil’ n_gga, tax me
we got all the birds, call us zaxby’s
bad b_tches f_ck me without asking
i got thot b_tches acting classy
bags coming in, we finna ball ’til we fall
10k in ones got a broke n_gga sobbing
chrome hearts beanie, b_tch, i’m jim jones balling
bad b_tches f_ck with me, don’t give a f_ck who don’t (b_tch)
i tell honda got that work sliding softly
i bought the work when i touched down milwaukee
hit me on my batphone or hit me on the walkie
pulling on her collar like her first name bootsie

[chorus]
call me john gotti
b_tch, i don’t talk to n0body
check them off the list, my dogs need more bodies
checked your resume and you n_ggas is n0bodies
and no, i ain’t here to play, i’m surgical, who shot ya?
[post_chorus]
pop, yeah, i’m poppin’ in this b_tch, why you sidelidin’?
can see me from the nosebleeds on the floor poppin’
yeah, presidential when you suck it monica, yeah, donald
i don’t know who got k!lled, i—

[outro]
i don’t know who got k!lled, i—
i don’t know who got k!lled, i—
i don’t know who got k!lled, i—

- robb bank

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